I should really be getting ready as Christmas is only 2 days away and Ja has decided to take tomorrow off or maybe he's working from home - can't remember now.. For the last two nights, it has taken him over 1.5 hours to get home and he just doesn't want to do that on Christmas Eve...and so everything gets bumped to tonight. I'm going to have to record The Mentalis now. I suppose the one thing is that someone will be here to watch the kids in case I do need to sneak out for a bit tomorrow.
Mostly, though I am ready and if things get missed it will not be a bit deal. The only thing that still has to be mailed out is my box to my brother but as he and his fiance are in Punta Cana at the moment, there is no rush on it.
But really, this entry is not supposed to be about Christmas and all the planning surrounding it. Last night I left the house at 8:30 PM and got back home at 11:30 PM. It's not what you think. I was out shopping. It's crazy here, stores are staying open until midnight during the season and some are even open 24 hours! Nuts. I did some grocery shopping between 9:30 and 11:00 PM and it was nice to wander around by myself. Without kids, without too many people. It was nice to just be by muselft. I'd forgotten how nice it is to be like that. Driving home listening to a hit radio station, I realized that I was a mom. A full mom with two kids. Driving home at 11:30 PM with groceries stuffed into the passenger side of the car as the back seats were where car seats lived and a strolled lived in the trunk, it really sunk in that I was a mom. Every once in a while, I remember bits and pieces of a life before kids and it makes me smile. But yesterday night, I was a mom and it actually felt nice. Not what I really expected, not sad, not exciting or thrilling, just calming this realization of the new role that I've taken on in life. So, coming back, I drove a little slower, cranked up the tunes a bit more and savoured the quiet moment of driving back to my sleeping family.
OK - better go....some projects are calling to me. Courtney wants me to make her a butterfly for x-mas - Yikes!