I hit a wall after lunchtime, I was freezing cold, and then BANG!
Sleep overwhelmed me.
Well I couldn’t sleep, duh I have a child. But I did lay down on the couch, and baby girl brought me her musical merry-go-round figurine to lull me to sleep, and my water bottle and my phone, all within reach.
But balance… she oh-so-quietly complained I had to get up and make my coffee, as well as her BABYCINO.
No rest for the tired here. Just as well we have caffeine. 💪☕
It has taken me all this time, but finally, the presents are all wrapped.
(Except for Santa’s presents… and except for the presents for people that we WON’T see on Christmas day, but shhh).
I am so tired. I am on holidays, kinda, and yet I’ve been the busiest I’ve been in a while.
Making gingerbread, doing a huge grocery shop, washing washing washing, OH THE WASHING!
Then tonight, I had to wrap baby girl’s presents… but I had to wait ’til she was asleep, and even then I went to our bedroom where Hubbie was sleeping, so the sounds of paper cutting and sticky tape tearing (it’s so bloody noisy!) was as far removed from her as possible.
I won’t philosophise about how I got here, and why I didn’t get here earlier…
That’s for another day. Another blog post.
For now, I am so exhausted I could almost wrap myself up in Christmas paper and tuck myself under the tree.
Baby girl has pulled the “I don’t wanna go to school routine” on a regular occasion for the last two weeks.
She ONLY has two weeks left.
So today when she finished school, on this bright, still and sunny Friday, where I had also finished work, I picked her up and said “I have a surprise for you…”
And nothing says surprise better than ice cream.
She was rapt. I grabbed a coffee, she her rainbow cup of joy, and we wandered up and down the Main street, transformed into a pedestrian-only zone over summer so to give businesses the best chance ever at reclaiming back all that they’ve lost during covid, with extended outdoor seating space… on the road.
We wandered here, we wandered there. Everything and everywhere at whim. Things are easy when you’re slurping ice cream/sipping coffee.
So, guess what we are now the proud owners of?
OMG, I can’t… I just can’t believe it.
Yep. We got a bloody elf on the shelf.
I never thought I’d get one of these. When I first heard of him, it felt like an anti-Christmas sentiment. Being naughty? Playing tricks? What kind of good role model was that for the kids? Weren’t they meant to be nice? How did he tie into the giving and charity of Christmas?
Then I spoke to a friend who said they didn’t have to be ALL naughty. And baby girl came home repeatedly saying she wanted one, because of course half her class has one.
And then I went stuff it.
He looks like a dipshit, sure. Something about his grin just bugs me, rubs me up the wrong way.
But we already know, he is a good elf. Sure, he is a bit cray cray at times (much like the youngest member of our family!) but generally, means well.
Baby girl thinks he’s gonna draw on our faces tonight. I told her hell no, he’s going in the bin if that happens!
I think tonight, I mean I just have an inkling… I think he might end up in the Christmas tree… just you know, climbing and stuff.
Simple like that, adventuring.
LOL. I think I can have A LOT of fun with this actually.
Baby girl joined about 100 or so of her school mates for an online disco today.
Last year it was in the school theatre… this year, well, via zoom.
But it was still so cute. She dressed up for the occasion, and I connected her up to the big screen to… DANCE!
40 minutes of dancing. 40 minutes of jumping. I was working from the other room, in a meeting, and could hear the tunes filtering through…
DOOF DOOF DOOF.
And then that insanely catchy/funny/irritating, whatever you wanna call it song, “Pump It Up” came on, and I just laughed out loud before walking into the room and dancing near her but making sure to be OFF SCREEN to zoom and her whole grade.
But then she ended up calling me later, because the parents were being summoned! And so I found myseld in my trakkies, next to my dressed up baby girl, doing the hokey pokey.
And of course, seeing as she’s been missing out on all that school physical activity, guess who was crazy tired afterwards?
Worldwide virus hits and begins to shut down everything in its path.
We can work from home.
We can work from home.
Connecting things up to my desk at home today has been a mammoth task. I have been staring at emails, apps, googling various how-tos, and just generally wondering how the hell am I going to get work done with baby girl at home?
Yep, not just for school holidays… we are forcibly keeping her home as of tomorrow.
You might high five me… or you might do a face palm.
It’s ok. It’s that kind of post, that kind of day.
The setting up at home went to shit initially. My work laptop which was meant to at least keep some charge as I took it home for testing tonight, well it actually shit itself (must have caught on to the toilet paper business) and didn’t want to even fire up when I got home.
Nothing. Totally wiped out.
Until something Hubbie said about chargers got me thinking.
Sure, none of my recent laptop chargers could fit into my work laptop to get it going… but then I remember, oh three laptops ago, I used to have a HP laptop.
My work laptop is a HP laptop.
And guess what I still had?
My HP laptop charger.
In your face Marie Kondo!!!! Who said hoarding didn’t pay dividends? (Also my monitor that I was going to give away – but haven’t – is going to come in very handy over the next little while).
I was able to do all my checks (albeit, after HOURS in front of the screen tonight).
I am stressing a bit about all of this. I know my stress is the least of the worldwide concern, and remind myself that this crisis has us all stressing about one thing or another…
There are so many that are losing work from this.
Us? Well we are kind of depended on, and if anything we will have nothing but work to do.
How can a drive home be considered exciting? Rather, does it mean the night and time out preceding it was crap, if the drive is a highlight?
Being on the side of town away from A LOT (ahem, all) of our family and friends, it comes to reason that when there is a party/function/birthday/catch-up/dinner, it’s usually NOT in our neck of the woods.
It doesn’t matter how much fun I have during the night. It’s unavoidable that the night will wear on, and I will grow tired.
At this stage, the drive home ahead of me seems so long, and my eyes become heavy at the thought.
But then something happens. The same thing that happens every drive home on a Saturday.
Baby girl falls asleep.
Hubbie and I are listening to music.
And we’re talking.
It’s the talking that’s grand. Hubbie and I talk and talk… about everything. Everything is different at night, at the end of the day, when we’re so relaxed and ready for bed.
The words come easy. Topics are more passionate. We are more loving.
And by the time we get home, like tonight, I am almost sad.
Because the talking is so good, I want to keep driving. 🚘😉