confessions

Friday night Cori and I were supposed to have a date. I had a babysitter lined up. I was going to make reservations for us to eat at a fancy restaurant downtown. After two weeks of being quarantined with my sick babies and all their...bodily stuff I was pretty anxious to put on cute clothes and get out of the house. Gracie's stomach bug wasn't on the same schedule. Plans were quickly unmade. I was so disappointed. But my wise and manly man assured me that he had things under control and told me to go and do something. Anything. So Friday and Saturday night I put on cute clothes and spent some time solo. I did some Christmas shopping. I used gift cards that have been sitting in my purse since my birthday. I walked through some other stores, just because I wanted to. And, I listened to Christmas music. I usually make myself wait until after Thanksgiving. But my life felt so indulgent this weekend that I just gave in.

I feel like I have nothing to do. Of course, this is not true. There are always plenty of things that should be done. But this morning, I woke and got ready for the day a little earlier than usual. After the kids were dressed and we were all breakfasted, I took a look at the list of house stuff I had been working through. One thing left. Grant's closet. Which means going through the tubs of baby boy stuff I have stored in there. And I did that just a little while ago. So then I thought I should start some laundry. But I had finished all the laundry on Saturday. All the bathrooms are clean. All the things I could think of to do had recently been done. This is so not my normal life. But then I started thinking about Christmas. How I hadn't even really made a list for the holiday yet (though I have done a lot of shopping already). I thought of my ideas for our mailer, handmade gifts for the kids, things for family... Then I started feeling a pang of pressure to get busy. This feels more like my normal life. I better get back to our white board and make a new list.