How is it only five weeks until Christmas? How??
I think the weather is throwing me off. We’re supposed to be going to a Santa Claus parade tomorrow night and it’s pouring rain. It’s 10C and the heat is turned off. This is all fine, but I need a few starry-eyed snowfalls to really get me in the spirit.
I woke up this morning knowing I needed to get things done, and I went on a five-hour marathon of Accomplishing Tasks With Efficiency & Competence. I dropped the car off at the garage for an oil change and winter tire installation, and put in my Christmas Lego order – this was all before 8:30 and I hadn’t even had coffee yet. Then we went for groceries and came back home to pick the car up again before the garage closes. Back to town to pick Ron up from art class, then stopped by one roadside vendor to buy a wreath and another different vendor to buy fish for dinner. Made a quick stop to grab a birthday gift for a neighbour kid’s party tomorrow, then back home for lunch.
I need to clean the house, but now I don’t want to. I got wet and cold while out running errands, it seems highly-unlikely that the parade will actually happen thanks to the truly miserable forecast, and the kids are all actually being quiet in other rooms. I had a long work week; it was good, in that I had professional successes, but exhausting.
(Toilet training one child while transitioning a new 17-month-old is, surprise! really tiring).
I guess maybe I should concede defeat and just sit quietly for a bit. Lord knows the mess will still be here later.