Waking up the day after Christmas to stuff EVERYWHERE! The house was a disaster (more than our normal disaster)! I set to cleaning the kitchen, ran a load of dishes and cleared the table. And left the rest of the mess to move on to something else. It’s not attention deficient disorder… I call it getting bored with what I’m doing and the need to do something else. Of course, I finish all things I start (ha-ha).
When Nick was younger (when he didn’t finish his dinner, but wanted dessert) he used to tell Homer and myself that “his tummy was full of spaghetti, but it wasn’t full of ice cream”. I guess I was ‘full’ of doing dishes.
Homer helped me pull out a dozen totes, pack up Christmas and put them back. Imagine this with the tree gone and you’ll know how far I got yesterday.
I believe this is going to be Little Miss Sophie. What do you think?
Could she be any cuter? Rusty Bucket tolerates her presence, but is not going to play no matter how hard she tries to get him to. Guess he’s a grumpy old man.
What did we do besides put Christmas away? Played blocks…
and colored cool monster chicks.
Starting off today pretty darned lazy, too. I need to get it together and shift into high gear. Lord knows there isn’t a shortage of things to get done around here!
(Check out my Christmas posts below).