Today was one of those slap-you-back-to-reality-after-Thanksgiving-break kind of days.
Pumpkin pie withdrawals abound.
Trying to convince my son that we can't lie around watching Christmas movies all day was almost as hard as convincing mySELF to not stay in my pajamas and lie around watching Christmas movies all day.
My piano student arrives while my baby is napping and son is in "quiet time." Her lesson ends with Little Miss in my arms, barely holding back the tears, and Big Brother (having just slid down the long staircase on top of a slippery sleeping bag) snuggling in his sleeping bag in the doorway while snoring loud, pretend snores during my student's rendition of "Silent Night."
Little Miss must be held at all times, making getting things done quite tricky. (Wait, I'm supposed to actually get things done again? I want to just laze around and flip through Netflix while eating pumpkin
pie.)
Husband returns home after school and practically falls asleep at the dinner table.
Later my house is still, everyone is asleep, and I am about to climb into bed, when I realize that I never even completed the first thing on my to-do list today (Sad, right? I did do some other things, I swear!). I take about a minute and clean the toilet, then hop back into bed and check it off my list.
Whew, I'm ready for Christmas break already!
4 lovely comments :):
Totally get it, does she like a sling or pack? There are so many options out there, all giving you the use of your hands at least, and the ability to enjoy their closeness, too . . .
We do have a moby wrap that works great - I think I need to use it more around the house! - the main time she was really needy though when I couldn't hold her was while I was fixing dinner, and I had hot water and other such things going. That's when Big Brothers can come in handy to help entertain!
totally know how you feel! (minus the kids...) i had such a hard time going back to school yesterday...
Oh friend! I totally relate. My boys just want to play and play...and I'm apt to just let it go on through December. Which makes January ultimately the hardest month of the year for me and an entire 31 days just to get back into a routine. Gotta love the Holidays though!
Are you coming home for Christmas? Hope so!
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