Don't mind me, just popping into my OWN blog for the first time in a month and a half. I'm trying, people, I'm trying.
First off, I deserve some kind of medal of amazingness for having finished my Christmas shopping. I'll have to take pictures of what everyone is getting or something; I'll just do it in my free time. HHAAHAHAHAHAHAhhhaahahaha. Snort. Seriously, though, I think everyone will be happy. And by everyone I mean, of course, my immediate family, since the thought of doing anything beyond the house fills me with dread and despair. We didn't take a Christmas photo, we didn't buy or send cards, we didn't get anything in the mail in time for the grandparents, we haven't purchased a turkey yet, unlike in previous years I have not researched and decided on a lavish menu for Christmas day or made homemade gifts for people...
What I have done is this: I have talked a lot about Christmas to the children. I've read them Santa's Favorite Story and bought a $2 Spiderman advent calendar and went out and cut down a white pine and put lights on it. I've unearthed stockings for the children to use and I have redecorated the tree approximately a billion times after the toddlers have touched it. I have set up a nativity scene and I have found wrapping paper in the closet and I have purchased presents that, I think, will be a success with a 3 year old and a 1 year old.
The remainder of the days before Christmas will be spent wrapping and trying to find things to eat on Christmas morning. If I have the energy I'm hoping to decorate a 'Santa's Cookie Plate' and bake cookies with Samuel. That's the extent of my interesting craft goals.
If this all sounds kind of lame, well, that's because it is. This third pregnancy has hit me like a tonne of bricks; I'm exhausted, and I'm still battling nausea. I am 12 weeks and 5 days along, and people keep telling me variations on the theme of 'Soon you'll be feeling wonderful again!' which is a LIE and also a BIG FAT LIE because after vomiting convulsively with Clara until the bitter end I know all to well that this could last for another six months. Although God help us all if that's the case.
Almost as soon as that little positive appeared on the test I've been planning one thing and one thing only - simplifying my life so that the essentials get done. When I was so ill that the only thing I was serving for meals was fruit and crackers, this was pretty much a pipe dream, but now that I'm a little better I'm trying harder to make changes around the house that theoretically are going to, I don't know, make things easier. I need easy.
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