This weekend was delightful, filled with just simple things that all weekends should have. Beautiful weather, a trip to the zoo, watching movies at night with my footie-pajama-wearing boys ... delightful.
The beginning of this week, however, has been a bit rough due to my youngest's extreme crankiness for known and unknown reasons. On Thursday my oldest has minor surgery. And I am prepping to facilitate a Sunday school lesson on "praying for our children." All of this amidst the normal stuff of laundry and meals and diapers and such.
So what did I do today?
I took my two young children to Hobby Lobby to purchase craft supplies (because I have none) for our advent projects coming up soon. Slightly crazy since Hobby Lobby has the smallest carts known to man, and Bubby was bit upset he could not ride in the basket. (I am going to use Truth in the Tinsel this year with Bubby. I am pretty excited even though I am not a crafty person. Hence the lack of craft supplies in my home.)
Then I did something even crazier.
After nap and before dinner the boys and I made Christmas cards. This involved paint and their handprints. Have I mentioned they are three and one? Did I mention I did this by myself at the kitchen table? Have I mentioned I don't craft?
And all three of us had fun. (Well, Bugaboo tolerated it.)
One might think I was mother of the year until I tell confess that I also fed my children Taco Bell for dinner. And the huge pile of laundry in the basket? It didn't get put away until almost bedtime. (And that laundry had been in the basket for two or three days.)
But I am happy, and I am already in the Christmas spirit much earlier than usual. I tend to lean more on the bah-hum-bug side of things. Perhaps, like the Grinch, my heart grew three sizes today.