Hap-happiest time of the year
Oh my lord am I wiped out and Christmas is still three days away.
This past weekend we had a family wedding, so that meant a rehearsal dinner on Friday, ceremony and reception on Saturday and brunch on Sunday. It was also Josh's family Hannukah party right after the brunch. Then we went to my sister-in-law's house for dinner on Sunday night. After we got home from that, I wrapped all our presents for two hours before falling into bed.
Jack slept over at Grandma and Grandpa's house last night, but I realized this morning I should have suggested Emmie go instead because at least you can get stuff done with Jack around because he'll either help or play nicely by himself. Emmie just crawls around behind me when I am getting stuff done and screeches until I pick her up or play with her. It makes me feel quite popular, but also a little creeped out because I now have a second shadow.
After cleaning two bathrooms and the kitchen, doing some laundry, packing everything for Josh's family Christmas, arranging all the presents for our family under the tree, buying all the ingredients for Christmas morning breakfast (since we won't be home until the late hours of Christmas Eve and grocery store options are non-existent the next morning) and getting all the presents in order for my family's Christmas, I finally packed clothes and whatnot for all of us and packed up the car. Yes, by myself. Someone was working.
The last thing I had to do was make the ice cream pie to take to my family's Christmas dinner on Thursday. I needed to let the ice cream soften (Baskin Robbins' hand-packed Mint Chocolate Chip, the pre-pack tastes totally different, so it's worth the extra cash) and then spread it around in one of those pre-made Oreo cookie crusts. I am fancy like that. As I tried to brush some of the loose crumbs into the sink, the whole crust slid out and smashed into a million pieces. All righty then. I ran to the store to get another one, thus delaying our departure and Emmie's nap. And of course, they didn't have any. So now I am just going to take the half-gallon of ice cream and six spoons -- Merry F-ing Christmas, you'll eat it and like it.
As usual, things are crazy and go-go-go and I am pretty sure we had three fights just getting out of the damn house. Apparently I should learn to walk through doors instead of opening them and leaving them propped open as I carry all the presents and luggage and computer bags and diaper bags and portable high chairs and snacks outside to the car BY MYSELF when it's 2 degrees. But I digress.
What's your holiday preparation schedule looking like?
This past weekend we had a family wedding, so that meant a rehearsal dinner on Friday, ceremony and reception on Saturday and brunch on Sunday. It was also Josh's family Hannukah party right after the brunch. Then we went to my sister-in-law's house for dinner on Sunday night. After we got home from that, I wrapped all our presents for two hours before falling into bed.
Jack slept over at Grandma and Grandpa's house last night, but I realized this morning I should have suggested Emmie go instead because at least you can get stuff done with Jack around because he'll either help or play nicely by himself. Emmie just crawls around behind me when I am getting stuff done and screeches until I pick her up or play with her. It makes me feel quite popular, but also a little creeped out because I now have a second shadow.
After cleaning two bathrooms and the kitchen, doing some laundry, packing everything for Josh's family Christmas, arranging all the presents for our family under the tree, buying all the ingredients for Christmas morning breakfast (since we won't be home until the late hours of Christmas Eve and grocery store options are non-existent the next morning) and getting all the presents in order for my family's Christmas, I finally packed clothes and whatnot for all of us and packed up the car. Yes, by myself. Someone was working.
The last thing I had to do was make the ice cream pie to take to my family's Christmas dinner on Thursday. I needed to let the ice cream soften (Baskin Robbins' hand-packed Mint Chocolate Chip, the pre-pack tastes totally different, so it's worth the extra cash) and then spread it around in one of those pre-made Oreo cookie crusts. I am fancy like that. As I tried to brush some of the loose crumbs into the sink, the whole crust slid out and smashed into a million pieces. All righty then. I ran to the store to get another one, thus delaying our departure and Emmie's nap. And of course, they didn't have any. So now I am just going to take the half-gallon of ice cream and six spoons -- Merry F-ing Christmas, you'll eat it and like it.
As usual, things are crazy and go-go-go and I am pretty sure we had three fights just getting out of the damn house. Apparently I should learn to walk through doors instead of opening them and leaving them propped open as I carry all the presents and luggage and computer bags and diaper bags and portable high chairs and snacks outside to the car BY MYSELF when it's 2 degrees. But I digress.
What's your holiday preparation schedule looking like?
Labels: Holidays, Married Life
posted by Amy at
9:53 PM
3 Comments:
Ah, holiday travel. Such joy. A spat with the husband is a Christmas tradition in our family. :)
The only thing getting me through it this year is knowing I have a whole week of vacation to be at home with the kids once we're done. I'll need to remember that once we're on night #2 in a hotel later this week and thinking that Nora sleeps like crap in hotels.
I'm about to go to Whole Foods and Dominicks...in the snow. Pray for me.
Hope some R&R is on the way. And a big glass of wine too. Merry Christmas!
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