I’m not ready for Christmas. All the gifts haven’t even arrived yet. One box is scheduled to show up Christmas Eve. I’m going to be wrapping presents on Christmas Eve. It’s going to be glorious. I already have all the food for “Christmas dinner” on Christmas Eve thankfully. My husband asked me last night to pick up something from the grocery store “when I go” and then asked if I was going today. Today? The 23rd of December? Go to a place where they sell gifts? Hah! He’s a funny man. No more stores for me until after Christmas and even then, only stores where the returns and checkout counters are seperate.
I was a bit of a tomboy growing up, so I really didn’t know how to manage a household. Looking back on it, it’s hilarious now. It really wasn’t funny at the time. I knew to clean the floors, bathroom and kitchen. I knew how to run laundry with a pre-baby level of soiling. I could certainly cook, but cooking with a baby is a little different. So, the house looked clean. It took a while to figure out that running our clothes on, “normal” cycle with just detergent was not going to clean a garment dripping with vomit. A lot of food ended up under-cooked. I would remember to turn the fire off to go tend to my son, but wouldn’t necessarily be able to tell how much longer food needed to be cooked afterwards.