I think we had a couple of days we needed. The weather got cold, and I spent time in my happy place, cooking for my people. And the dogs might have gotten a little bite or 2 of leftovers. I was happy to have very little going on and stay mostly at home this weekend. We finished our sacristan duties, just in time for advent. We are going to help with vacuuming this month, since aunt Karen is still not able to do it. I am happy that she is doing the rest though, as I am just not up to date on changing alter cloths and making things match and be set up for the season.
I know that we are supposed to be preparing for Christmas (the coming of Christ into our lives) during advent, but it always feels like a timer to me. Like a giant finger pointing at me screaming “you aren’t ready….you have not done the things you promised yourself you would do this time last year.” There were no monthly gifts purchased and wrapped so that the stress of the season is less. There are no cards written or Christmas decorations up or even thought of. There is no planning that has been started. Just the way it always is for me. I suppose it is time to get honest and just admit defeat. I will always swing by the seat of my pants, doing everything last minute. Scurrying around with too many things on my list, too many things I want to do, too many things to accomplish, too much year end work to do at my office to feel good about taking a day off. Too much. Add in school schedules, and kid needs for their parties and pajama days and movie viewing days and bowling parties. And one certain child who has decided to do the 3 week girl’s junior high wrestling season, about 24 band and choir concerts, 5 birthdays complete with parties, the expected new grandson , and a partridge in a pear tree. I’m dizzy. But I also know that Jim will step in and take over half of the things. He will make sure that it gets done. He will take my lists and my hiney, load us in the car and help me accomplish every last thing because that is what he does. Which is why I spent the weekend cooking for him- so that he has the strength to take my disaster and turn it right side up. ;)
Our mass this morning was offered for my grandparents and brother. It caught me off guard and I had already been feeling a little off kilter. In order to keep myself from just losing it, I started concentrating on Sunday dinner. I was completely spaced off thinking about chili and baked potato bar. Am I going to get to heaven dreaming about Chili in church? I don’t know. But some days call for a pot of chili simmering on the stove, and this was one such day. Evelyn even told me it was super good chili. And if you want to know a true food critic, it is Evie. Having the kids over brightened the day up and I am feeling a lot more positive this evening. I love these little people. What a blessing to have them in our lives!
Evie was making us “bowls of ice cream” and then laughing like a hyena because it was some slime foam that Saige has. Wrenley came in, showed me her jeans, and then said she was hot and stripped down to her diaper. Seriously, get ya some grandkids. It’s the best thing in entertainment.
Back to reality I guess. I was told to go start up the bus and make sure it was going to run (the temperature dropped pretty significantly this weekend). It started right up. Darn it. I owe I owe- it’s off to work I go.
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