One month until Christmas eve? A day or two ago it felt a little early to go Christmas shopping, and suddenly it feels altogether too late. I bet the parking lots are already impossible and the stores already packed. Matt has the luxury of access to my "Gift Ideas for Me" Pinterest board, but none of the forethought to actually take into account shipping time on any of my selections. I however do not have access to such a board, but all of the forethought in the world. It's going to be another odd-gifts Christmas between the two of us I fear, but I'm sure we'll get it together for the kids. They're the real fun part anyway.
My hips are screaming today, I should have never built that snowman yesterday. Once I finished the bottom ball I glanced at it in disappointment at how small it was. I knew that it set the stage for the entire piece but I just didn't have the endurance to push it any longer. Once I finished the second ball and rolled it up next to the first it dawned on me that it would somehow have to find its way on top of it, and I whispered a word of thanks to my past self for not making it any larger. I barely got that thing up there, honestly, and I'm not sure I'll be making another snowman anytime soon.
Matt brings the boys outside whenever he shovels or works on the shed, and just getting them dressed is a task in and of itself. It definitely takes longer to get them dressed than they actually spend outside (when it's really cold) and then they need to be undressed, and their wet things thrown in the dryer when they return. They also always insist on hot chocolate, of which they only eat the marshmallows and leave the rest. I need to stop spoiling these wee ones.
Needless to say, the season of our foyer in disarray is upon us and I'm going to have to be okay with it, because it isn't practical to spend the entire day in the entrance tidying. There will be baskets of mittens and scarves (scarves strewn haphazardly about because Oliver is insistent on a very specific texture if he's going to wear one) and there will be muddy patches and wet boots everywhere and I need to just breathe a little about it. This is what winter looks like. Winter also looks like Matt-in-the-darkness, which makes me sad. I'm a lover of the daylight, and I long for the sunshine all winter long, and it's so strange to think that with Matt working 8-5 Monday-Friday I'll only ever see him in the dark (except on weekends, which fly by all too quickly.) But winter means Christmas. And cocoa. And anniversaries and magic and romance and there are lots of good things too and focusing on the good things will help me endure the tough ones. This winter will also bring the arrival of our littlest one and that is worth a thousand winters.
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