Charlyn’s Web

As things funnel down to the last days before Christmas, I feel as if things are spiraling out of control. The presents are here, the ones for the kids aren’t wrapped yet but ones for other people are. I have shipped out all the boxes to loved ones in other states. That in it’s self is a feat- we are known for mailing our boxes on Christmas Eve. Hey, it was tradition! We believe in spreading out the Christmas cheer. Oops, there is one more box I’ll have to get ready, forgot that. But overall, that area is in good shape. The house is decorated, the tree (gasp!) is up and decorated.
A few weeks back I made up a batch of cookie dough and froze it to get a jump on things. Then, because I had a jump on things, I proceeded to do nothing. Know where that dough is right now? Still in the freezer. Man, I need to get that out and defrosted! I have now baked a double batch of my Grandmother’s fruit cake for my Dad and my kids. The kids and Dad fight over it. I give a few small loaves of it away to people who have foolishly said they like it therefore dooming themselves to receiving some every year. The other cookies I made went into the packages that were mailed off so I need to keep busy and make more. I also need to round up the gifts for Brett’s office people, church friends etc. No pressure. Snort!

Yesterday we went to town and played with the other homeschool families at a local gym and then we went to a friend’s house for a Christmas Party. Tonight nothing is planned but it’s the lull before the storm, so to speak. Thursday we take cookies and gifts to a local treatment place for alcoholics and sing songs with them. Then on Friday we are scheduled to have dinner with friends (oh, won’t that be a hardship!). Saturday morning we have a church play practice at 9 AM and we’ll have to work in our Christmas (we celebrate Christmas as a family then go to Grandma’s and Grandpa’s for another one). Then Sunday is church with the play. For Sunday School we are having a Continental Breakfast and I, in a moment of insanity, said I would bring cinnamon rolls. Then Sunday night is Brett’s office party. Monday we will head out to Grandma and Grandpa’s, Lord willing and the creek don’t rise.

Whew! I’m tired just writing it all down!

I’m tired in general, from battling a cold and having to get up numerous times to cover up children and let Somebody’s Dog out again. I opened up the dishwasher this morning and wondered to myself if “your mother ran the dishwasher?” No, she hadn’t. I then wished the kids had a better Mother and was glad there were no telepaths around.