I went to the grocery store to do my Christmas shopping. The place was crawling, my list was long, the aisles were packed, my cart was overflowing. Thank goodness my grocery store believes in creating plenty of jobs for our community. They had almost every lane (like 20) open, and a permanent sacker at each one. Love 'em for that if for no other reason. Holiday grocery shopping is not one of my top ten things to do.
Since I'm hosting both sides of our families at my house this year, the cleaning has begun. I know these people well, and my dirty windows and blinds will not cause a family scandal. However, when your husband has just given the house a fresh coat of paint and the yard is immaculate, the windows might as well keep up with the Jones's. I gave myself a quota of three windows and their respective blinds a day.
And then there was the last minute mojo that kicked in that I really did not have time for, but while the juices were flowing I went with it. All of a sudden I felt the need to make a baby blanket because I had enough left over fabric from another project. So I stopped all my Christmas crafting and made the top. Then I felt like I was behind because I did it. I'm not really behind; I'm a step ahead of the game for the new year. At least that's what I'm telling myself.
Actually the crafting part of Christmas should be finished up today, as well as the windows and blinds, and the Christmas dinner menu is in order. That is the beautiful part of Christmas. To me having a clean house for company to hang out in, preparing a nice meal, giving a handmade gift to those I care for are all just another way for me to say "You are loved!"
