Here I am again, quiet house. Sleeping dogs. The Husband at work. The 16 year old sleeping and the 12 year old hiding in the bedroom, afraid I will tell him to get off his phone already.
I will. But I'm using his addiction to my advantage at the moment.
My goal today is to NOT GO TO THE STORE. I know I'm going to end up going to the grocery store because I have some weird addiction to Publix and I can't seem to go more than a day or two without popping in there. And it's Christmas and I keep thinking of all these wonderful things I want to make.
I found out yesterday we are having pizza for Christmas Dinner. Surprise to me. For a split second I was upset/disappointed and then that feeling was immediately replaced with relief.
I was already trying to figure out what to tell the mothers to bring. The only thing worse then thinking of food for them to bring to my house is coming up with gift ideas for them to give my kids.
J16 is still sick and D12 was running a fever last night and his cough is horrible. Another one of my millions of bad habits is second guessing antibiotic prescriptions for my kids and not giving them all of it. Which is what I did with D12's antibiotic prescription from two weeks ago. I'm a little worried I'm going to end up taking them both to the quick clinic and getting them both on meds.
I think they are going to be sick over Christmas which is pretty horrible.
This isn't going to stop me from making the gingerbread men today and stuffing them full of sugar which will just make the congestion worse. It's Christmas. One must do what one must do.
The Husband finished building the shelves in the pantry closet last night and today I am filling them with the pantry items that have been sitting in my dining room for a couple of weeks.
We built a new kitchen this summer and fall. Yes you should be impressed. Yes I need to post pictures. We gutted the kitchen Memorial Day Weekend. We are pretty much done except for some trim work, painting touch up, curtain sewing and stuff like that.
This morning I am going to take all the small kitchen appliances that have lived on top of the fridge and the counter and stuffed haphazardly into the old yucky pantry closet and put them on their wonderful new shelf. The Husband also built space for the cookie sheets and cooling racks and frying pans to slide into.
Well, I'm off to treat the coughing and the fevers and to hopefully find the missing gingerbread man cookie cutter. Which will most likely not happen and will result in a trip to the store. Sigh.