It’s beginning to look a lot like Meh-Mahs

We did our decorating today. Lights are on the house and a nice noble fir is in the living room. I am also utilizing my first ever fresh wreath, as the red styrofoam holly berry one I’ve used for years is starting to look worse for the wear. 

I feel like a lot was overlooked this year - I’m withholding some decorations because I just can’t deal. It’s a stressful month for me - my electrician is still rewiring; they were supposed to be done tomorrow, but so little is done I can’t imagine that’s going to happen. Which means I just lit and decorated my house with workmen still coming in here and moving all the furniture and tearing the house apart every day. Not advisable, but necessary - if I wait until the weekend I get back from Italy, I’m booked solid that whole weekend, then it’s just a week to Christmas. No, it had to happen today. Which is why I didn’t put everything out. Who knows what dust/damage/disruption is still going to be caused by the workers. I don’t want to take that risk.

There’s a lot going on. I know I’m not alone in this for this time of year, but this year is exceptionally packed. I have two days to do everything and prepare to leave for Italy on Wednesday; I return Monday, then immediately the next morning have to take my car to have a moon roof put in (part of the agreement in buying this car, which has taken some 30+ phonecalls and endless frustration to make happen), then have to hustle to make candy/presents for 50+ kids and tons of teachers and workers and helpers before school lets out for three weeks that Friday. 

Honestly, I’m looking forward to the break. It’ll be great to not have to drag my carcass out of bed early, and really, Bobby is quite a delight to be with one on one. He’s thoughtful and smart and funny. I have him signed up for two weeks of winter camp at his rec center and also his old preschool; the first week may get canceled, and I’m going to leave the second week alone for now because I might just be up to tackling a week of non-stop childcare, especially with Christmas to break it up. Never thought you’d hear me say that, did ya? 

We saw the donor siblings Saturday after a long break (we last saw one of the girls at Bobby’s & Theo’s birthday party in March). We have both told the kids who they are to each other...except Theo of course who’s too young to grasp it. The girls started using the term “brother” over lunch which made all of us prick up our ears for a minute; other than that they played nicely just like friends in a big gang.  It will be interesting to see how these relationships unfold going forward.