5 AM Wednesday Morning


I am never up at this hour. Why on earth am I awake now?

The simple answer is that I am hungry. I was so exhausted by the time it was time for bed that I didn't eat anything like I usually do. Also, the baby growing inside of me chose 4 AM as a good time to begin gymnastic exercise. And perhaps I am just overtired from pushing the double stroller full of kids around town yesterday.

It shouldn't have much of anything to do with how far behind/out of control I am feeling about Christmas preparations. No. I have spent the last hour thinking of all of the minute details that I want to accomplish on my day "without" kids, but this does not significantly reflect panic.

Some part of me wants to run away and hide. Hide from that part of myself that never stops planning. The part that is constantly thinking of all that needs to be done, could be done, might be nice to be done. If I am alone, I am rarely present. Instead I am somewhere in the future. Tomorrow, next week, a couple of months from now, whenever.

This is why I am late everywhere. This is why I get so irritated with my children who only understand "now". I really just want to be here. Not the future. How do I do this?

One week left... roughly


So, essentially there is one week of advent left.

One week to have things ready for Christmas. Zoinks. Herein lies the beauty of celebrating the twelve days of Christmas... if you can't get it all done by December 24th, that's OK - you still have time.

You'd think this would be a far more popular way to celebrate Christmas than it is.

I have pajamas to sew...

Catching Up


Saturday most of my housemates and I went tree-hunting. We drove to a tree farm just past historic Fort Langley. It was fine. There was still snow on the ground, so that made cutting down the tree less than pleasant, but there was a little fire and seats to warm up by and a refreshment stand that sold hot chocolate for $1 and hot dogs for $1.50. Pretty reasonable, thankfully.
After we left the tree farm we stopped in town at a fish and chips place and had lunch together. All in all we had a good time going on this adventure.

Presently the tree is outside getting used to being cut. One of my housemates has cooked up a large batch of tree food which is supposed to keep it happier longer. The tree should be moved inside in the next day or so.

On Sunday, my friend who just had her baby dropped off a bag of maternity tops. This was a huge blessing since I have been steadily growing out of my non-maternity clothes and my own maternity wardrobe is somewhat slim.

Today I have been rediculously productive. I had laundry sorted and one load in the wash before 8AM. The children and I took the DVDs back to the library and signed my daughter up for a toddler art class (we have to wait until next month to register my son for ice skating lessons). We then had a muffin and carried on our way with a bit of grocery shopping. We came home, the kids goofed around on the computer, we all ate lunch, and then did the nap routine. Fortunately, my husband came home briefly to help with naps, otherwise I don't think both would be sleeping at this point. With the children sleeping, I was able to wash all of our dishes and move laundry unassisted.

I should lay out the fabric and pattern pieces for the kids' Chistmas pajama pants, but I am not certain that I have that much energy left.

That's Done, What's Next?


Last Sunday the drama group presented the story of Elijah.

The dragon turned out very nicely and there were only a few hiccups in its design. All were worked out by the performance. Personally, I am glad it is over.

I learned that I do just fine when I have backstage responsibilities. The insanity of 15-20 children of varying ages attempting to listen (or not) and work together (or not) does not bother me much when I am backstage handling props, lighting, special effects, sound, whathaveyou. As soon as I am onstage the cacophony of all of those individual creatures drives me berserk. I get grumpy and start being snappish (or worse) with the children who can not seem to pay attention and/or be quiet when that is needed. Not pretty.

So it's over now and I have learned a valuable lesson.

The next couple of weeks are already filling up with other important activities.

  • Tomorrow we go as a group of housemates to get a Christmas tree for the house.
  • Sunday we are responsible for bringing snack for both of my children's classes and we are responsible for overseeing the toddler room.
  • Monday entails returning DVDs to the library and registering my daughter for a toddler art class.
  • And then there is Christmas prep to do. The children need to be helped to finish their presents to extended family. I need to get cracking on making pajama bottoms and buying shirts to go with them. We all need to figure out stocking stuffers for each of our housemates. And I need to figure out what I am going to make/give to my husband and get the children to think of something to give to him as well.
  • Oh, and we'll need to do a little Christmas shopping for the kids on behalf of far-away extended family.
  • And sometime in there, I have an appointment with my midwives. It's a good thing their secretary calls the day ahead to remind one of one's appointment.
  • Then comes Christmas and our house brunch. Then all manner of craziness for twelve days including our second annual New Year's at Noon party for small children and their parents (this year held on New Year's Day since the Eve is on a Sunday).

I'm tired already!