It seems everyone is posting about their to do list for Christmas. I really don’t have much to do, but something always seems to pop up last minute. So here is my list as it is, now:
Monday: Bring back child’s gift, because it was so perfect that she already had one. DOH!!! Wrap new gift for said child. Go back to the grocery store hoping to find Swiss cheese (Oh yeah, that is what I said. Apparently Swiss cheese is the main ingredient in many a holiday meal and my normal grocery store was out on Saturday.) and cut out sugar cookies. Oh yeah, I am taking the easy way out. Remember I am pregnant and just might make a sword out of sugar cookie dough if I am expected to make it from scratch. I am not that good at it, anyway, when I am in perfect health.
Tuesday: Wrap SoHubby’s gifts while he is at work. Let the kids help and hope my head doesn’t explode from the arguing and lost of interest in the first 5 minutes. Later that night, when Amber is sleeping, finish wrapping her gifts.
Wednesday: Make my semi-homemade cookies. Semi-homemade as in they are baked and decorated in my home, but I am doing the least amount of work as possible. Again, hoping my head doesn’t explode as the kids argue over the sprinkle shaker and the mess they make as they carefully throw little candies hoping they stick to the cookies. Try to get a nap in for the 2 Christmas open houses that we have been invited to and midnight Mass. Oh yeah, I am going to die from exhaustion and cranky kids. I am hoping the sugar and merriment we will encounter will keep us going. Sorry, in advance, God and Baby Jesus if I am snoring in the back row during Silent Night.
Thursday: Pray the kids are too tired to wake up early. Pretend to not wake up when the kids come jumping in at a God awful hour to open presents. Drag my butt out of bed to ooh and aah over their gifts. Hope everyone is so tired that we fall asleep amongst the discarded wrapping paper. At some point, start Christmas dinner and hope it is finished before 6pm. Shove cheese and crackers down the kids throats when they cry because they are hungry and dinner is not ready. Somewhere in there, weather permitting, let the kids ride their new bikes. Then pass out and sleep til New Year.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
Merry Christmas, and congrats from us up here in the great white North to both you and SouthernDad on the invader.
I would totally blame the huz too, I know I do.