I am currently looking at my kitchen table, which is peppered with groceries I need for the coming days. The contents include items such a shells (for the homemade macaroni and cheese), vodka sauce (for dinner tonight), chocolate chips (because I am always baking) and red sprinkles from the Bakery Department (for my next 5 bowls of ice cream).
My dishwasher is running and there are crumbs on my floor. Neither of those things is news in this house.
I have approximately 70 gifts to wrap tucked away in my basement. Don't tell anyone.
Before you cry for me regarding the above statement, I shall rephrase: I have about 10 gifts to wrap and Hubby has 60.
The longstanding rule in this house is "I buy it, YOU wrap it". Works like a charm. It's a highly recommended system.
I have more laundry than I care to admit waiting for me in the basement. I avoid this job because my basement is the temperature of my fridge. I also have to carry laundry up two flights of stairs if I want it in a timely manner. If there are no time constraints on clean laundry, and all munchkins have clean underwear, I stack the baskets as high as possible and wait for Hubby to carry them upstairs.
Hubby is fabulous.
Before I start laundry I have to adjust the outside Christmas decor (dang wind) and fix a fuse.
Is it too late to ask Santa for updated electric?
All the while, as I continue about my day, I shall be listening to my Christmas music and snacking on my hundreds of baked goods.
Tis' the season.