It’s been a rough couple of weeks around our house. We’ve had strep throat rip through the house twice. Good times. And just prior to that, we sent The Nana and Ahab home with colds and ear infections.
We like to send people off with parting gifts.
On another note, being stuck in bed allowed me to get the majority of my Christmas shopping done early. I felt pretty great about that until I dropped the kidlets off this morning and came home to a room full of boxes that now needed to be opened, the contents wrapped, and All Of The Boxes broken down and taken to the recycling center. That just makes me six kinds of tired typing about it. I think I’ll tackle that one tomorrow.
I still have seven more days until they absolutely HAVE to be wrapped. I am nothing if not a Stellar Procrastinator. Oh, yes I am!
In the midst of all this mess, I borrowed Sparkles’ vacuum cleaner… and broke it. You wouldn’t believe how if I told you (but it involves finally having a vacuum cleaner with enough power to say… clean the house, and being so ecstatic about it that I went into a very uncareful cleaning frenzy. Or something along those lines.)
The vacuum cleaner was so awesome, in fact, (and cheap enough that Sweetman agreed to it), that when I bought Sparkles a replacement, I bought one for myself, too.
I’ve been a vacuuming fool ever since.
Because there are approximately 10 family members’ worth of gifts to be unboxed and wrapped.
But I don’t think I really need to vacuum in there today.