Saturday morning my husband said he was thinking of taking the boys out for hike in the woods. He wanted to go take his tree stand down. I immediately got giddy…a few moments to my self!! (aside from beast 1 and beast 2) I kept my cool for a while. I patiently waited for what seemed like forever. Finally, I packed the kids’ backpacks with water and a snack and then nearly shoved them all out the door.
Ahh. Happy dance! I was all excited about being alone I hadn’t even decided what I was going to do with the couple of hours of FREEDOM! No one running around chasing the man-boy with swords and screaming. No making forts and nests on the beds I just made. So what to do? My mother and friends would say go relax. Sit on the couch, watch TV, take a nap, go shopping! All are excellent ideas. Truly they are. However, for those of you that really know me, I had to take full advantage of this time and be productive. It’s just how I’m wired. I decided to start on the dreaded task that keeps getting put on the backburner…the BASEMENT. The basement is the catchall of crap. The hording grounds. I’m still waiting for my husband to get out the old water heater and two broken furnaces but that’s another post/rant. However, I did what I could manage to do by myself.
I gathered three contractor bags full of junk! Complete junk that I still don’t understand how it ever made it down there instead of straight to the trash. I then called it quits for the day. I grabbed a cold beer (it was after noon afterall) and sat down to do that thing you all call “relaxing.” No sooner did I kick off my shoes I heard it. The sound I had been dreading. The truck pulling up to the house. Dang! I thought I would have at least 20 more minutes. Oh well!
I went downstairs and greeted my men and listened to them tell me all about their adventure.
What would you do with a couple hours of alone time? relaxing or productive?
The holidays are over. We survived. It’s sad that it’s sometimes more about survival than actual enjoyment. Now that it’s passed, it’s time to pull everything back together. Starting with my second floor. You see we host Christmas Eve. Between my family and my husband’s siblings there are nine kids. Over the past couple ofyears, we’ve added to our gathering by inviting friends that didn’t have plans with family. We had 13 kids here on Christmas Eve. Yeah, THIRTEEN! Thirteen children running amuck upstairs. I knew there would be a mess, truly I did. But OH MY! The toy box top was off it’s hinges completely, and no I am not exaggerating. Every cube, basket, and bin of toys was dumped out…breaking the “no dumping” rule. Stuffed animals were everywhere. They even found the costume box, which was actually quite funny. They all kept coming down in costumes. They even put on a show about a dragon catching a turkey and then getting caught by Janga Fett. At one point we had an Australian looking Luke Skywalker, well actually he kind of looked like a pimp from 1973. The important thing is that there was no fighting and the kids had a blast. I however did not have a blast trying to reorganize….but it forced me to get it done.
We had such a great time Christmas Eve. There was so much laughter. The stress and preparations were worth it. Now that it’s done it is time to put a little focus back on myself. Take care of me again. I’m a knotted mess. I can’t wait to take down the Christmas tree that is holding my treadmill hostage. Time to stop enjoying cookies for breakfast and get back to some actual nourishment. It’s also time to get back to blogging more regularly.
Hope you all had a wonderful Christmas and cheers to a new year!
** I must add, they didn’t find the Legos. I consider myself lucky!
Okay, now that I’m nearly done and the presents are wrapped, the grocery shopping is done, the cookies are made, and the house is cleaned…I just realized I forgot something. I never did the Toy Shuffle. The Toy Shuffle, a vital part of my holiday preparations. How could I have forgotten to grab my ninja suit and stealthfully enter the toy room and return with a trash bag of unused toys? The thought of more stuff sets me into a panic. I keep thinking of the Berenstain Bears Think of Those In Need, when Mama bear has a dream that everything is coming after her chanting “too much stuff, too much stuff!”
Look at this mess! I can’t bear it! I guess I’ll be up past midnight tonight trying to clear some of this out…skillfully of course. Ahhhhh!