It's almost one o'clock, and do you know why I'm up? I'm afraid to go to bed.
Zorak's got Baby Girl in bed with him, and if I try to slip in, either she's going to sense my presence and be wide-awake and ready to play, or he's going to roll over on her and then she'll be wide-awake and angry.
Smidge is asleep on the couch - t-shirt, skivvies, one sock, drooling all over the place. He's like a miniature frat boy over there.
John's in the guest room. The pink eye has now spread to the other eye, and... well, ew.
That pretty much leaves me with Smidge's bed (a toddler bed with a crib mattress, not such a good idea for anyone over three feet tall), and John's bed (twin size, but a foam mattress, not such a good idea for anyone over, say, 60 pounds). Indecision has imobilized me, and so, I sit and type, sip coffee, and wait for somebody to wake up and free up a spot for me. Maybe I'll grab a throw and crash on the futon? Maybe tomorrow night *I'll* be the first one to bed and won't have to worry about where everyone else lands? (Yeah, I like that idea.)
We got the house ready for company, and then our company never materialized. No phone call, either. Part of me wonders if Zorak wrote that on the calendar in an effort to get me motivated before the Actual Last Minute. Well, if he did, it worked. I even had time to formulate a plan on the couch - fabric paint. Haul it onto the porch, and turn the kids loose with fabric paint! Wouldn't that make an awesome couch? (Oh, stop. Zorak looked at me like that, too.)
Tomorrow we have to wrap Daddy's gifts. (Right, because we couldn't have done it during the week, while he was at work. I know.) Finish tidying the house and start the baking. We love the baking part. I've also got to dig up my favorite Christmas skirt and pray that either it fits, or that I can find my squisher and make it fit. Everybody else has their Christmas outfits ready to go.
Oh, and sewing - TONS of sewing. James and I are making a Thomas pillowcase for Smige. Then I need to sew the barstool covers (in going with the Biggest Visual Impact theme), and the curtains for the guest room. And stockings. We need two more stockings. The boys have made it clear that Balto MUST have one. And while I sew it, I will think of KathyJo, who said, "I don’t particularly enjoy the process, but I enjoy doing special things for you boys that make you happy." I do. And it will. It will make them very happy.
Ah, I think the futon is calling me.
Kiss those babies!
~Dy
4 comments:
LOL,we have to wrap Bob's gifts today too. Where does the time go?! : ) Boy, I hope the pink-eye just disappears quickly. What a miserable way to spend Christmas! May all you sewing projects go extrememly smoothly today, and may you have a wonderful, deep night's sleep tonight in your own bed!
You are baking and tidying And sewing barstool covers & stockings Before Christmas? And, I assume, continuing to feed your crew & do laundry? And wraping presents? (unless you've done that already?) Well, just thinking about all that exhausts Me, but you definitely need to find a bed & get some rest.
I had to move Chloe out of my spot 3 different times--the kid is persistent! I hope the futon was comfy.
Ya know, I always feel like *I* am the only one who doesn't always enjoy the process. :) Sometimes the result is enough.
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