Mama Sutra

And once more...

I would say "with feeling" but the way I've been feeling today?  I don't think it's advisable.

(To summarize: I have almost kicked the cold that hasn't let go for eight days, we were all tired today and I was not a very nice mama, I spent far too much time in grocery stores, and I am aching all over from what's most likely some pregnancy related stuff.  So, yay.  Tomorrow's a new day, yadda yadda.  (Oh, tomorrow is also the day my Baby Girl turns three; that ought to send a hormonal mama right over the edge.))

But, because I would like to be a bit more positive in the merry merry month of December, I am stealing an idea from Colleen because gratitude seems like a much better idea than just incessant whining (or whinging...I am grateful for that word, don't know why, I just like it).

I am grateful for the fact that I *could* spend too much time in the grocery store, namely that we have enough time and resources to go shopping, and that I don't have to find other options to feed my family (and I am, of course, grateful for my family).

I am grateful for hockey games because we all hang out in the living room together and I don't have to actively wonder what on earth the children are doing in another part of the house, and this allows me to spend a good stretch of time embroidering, which really did calm me down a lot, and got another part of a Christmas gift out of the way.

I am grateful for decaf eggnog lattes.  Just because they're yummy.

Bliggity Bloggity Bloo

I realize now that my came-up-with-it-in-4-seconds title could be interpreted as Bippity Boppity Boo, and then it kind of looked like "bling" something to me, but it was really just a riff on Wibbly Wobbly Woo, the Raffi song.  No idea where that came from because we haven't heard that song around here in a long time.

Anyway.  Getting stuff done, kind of ahead of schedule for some of it, which is really kind of shocking to me.  I decided to go the online shopping route for most of the Santa kind of stuff (hoping to myself that my kids won't be reading the archives of this in a couple three years...how rude to have your mama wreck the whole Santa thing).  Most of the stuff has shipped, a bunch has already arrived, and that's really weird for me, the former December 23 shopper.  It helps that the Daddy and I don't exchange gifts (we usually decide on something to get on Boxing Day), and I'm getting gift cards for my extended family (paid for with our credit cards points, shhhhh), and the rest will be cookies, for teachers and neighbours, etc.

So far so good.  It may all come crashing around me in a couple weeks, but I figure it can't be as hard as writing a novel in a month.  Because I did that too.  Woot!  A terrible novel, but I finished it, and I was ahead of schedule on that too.

Big outing for haircuts this morning.  Being a hormonal, overly emotional mama at the best of times, 17 weeks or whatever in, it could have been a disaster.  Big Girl, who has hair past her waist, was getting her second trim ever, and Baby Girl of the curls (no one else in the fam has curly-wavy hair like hers) was getting her first trim.  (I've been cutting their bangs since they were each about a year old, so I don't really count that.)  We had the earliest appointments of the day, and the place was very quiet, and the girls were still half asleep.  All points in our favour.  It went well, and I was thrilled to have my first cut since June.  I'm back to growing it out, as I figure the pregnancy effect should give me the best hair I will have for the rest of my life.  Quite the optimist I am.

Also on the schedule for this week:

• going to meet with Big Girl's preschool teachers;
• Baby Girl's birthday and two parties (one for immediate family at, her choice, the local sushi restaurant, and another at my parents');
• ultrasound appointment where I will not be learning the gender of baby;
• shaking off the cold that's been lingering for a week;
• Christmas cookie recipe testing!!