On the first hour of Christmas break, I had one kid playing outside in shorts in 40 degree weather.
On the second hour of Christmas break, there were 2 gifts yet to arrive in the mail.
And one kid playing outside in shorts in 40 degree weather.
On the third hour of Christmas break, I ran to town to pick up a ham and Luke's new glasses.
There were two gifts yet to arrive in the mail, and one kid was playing outside in shorts in 30 degree weather.
On the fourth hour of Christmas break, there were 4 dogs sleeping at my feet.
Plus a trip to town for last minute necessities, gifts that may not come, and a kid trying to freeze himself into pneumonia.
On the fifth hour of Christmas break, all 5 kids were home at once. I love this.
The dogs, the last minute errands, gifts yet to arrive, and that kid that will have CYS at our door tomorrow are still going on.
On the sixth hour of Christmas break, there were cookies in the oven.
The kids and dogs are here, the gifts are not, a ham has been procured, and Micah has at least put on long pants. (But is wearing a short sleeved shirt.)
On the seventh hour of Christmas break, I finally finished wrapping the gifts.
Except those 2 that have yet to arrive. The kids and dogs made this job last longer than it should have, and that errand didn't help, but Luke can now see, and we have cookies and a ham. I give up on Micah.
On the eighth hour of Christmas break, Micah discovered live plays of Frozen in foreign languages on the iPad.
The kids and dogs are all cringing at the volume Micah has this at, but at least he's inside now. The ham is cold, the cookies are warm, the gifts are reposing under the tree, and we're waiting on the mail.
On the ninth hour of Christmas break, I cleaned the puppy crate. Again.
The kids and dogs are watching me because nobody likes to get involved in cleaning. The food and gifts are ready for Christmas, Micah's volume (somehow) has gotten even louder, and the mail didn't bring the last gifts today.
On the tenth hour of Christmas break, I found the stack of Christmas cards, yet to be mailed.
Thank goodness for that one extra day of mail before the holiday, huh? But hey, we've got food and kids and dogs, and we're learning a foreign language.
On the eleventh hour of Christmas break, I ordered pizza for dinner.
Micah ventured outside again to cool off, apparently. The kids and dogs are grateful for the break in the noise level of Frozen French. The cookies have been dipped into, and the ham is being protected. The mail, both incoming and outgoing, will have to be forgotten about until tomorrow.
On the twelfth hour of Christmas break, I realized that I didn't have to get Micah ready for school for over a week. Hello, Christmas break.
If Micah doesn't wake with at least a head cold, it'll be a miracle, but we'll all be able to sing Let It Go in any number of foreign languages by the end of Christmas break thanks go him. Perhaps we should gift our mailman some of our cookies as a thank you for all the pick-ups and deliveries he's happily done for us this season. Louie got a bath, the ham is hidden in the back of the fridge away from hungry kids because they're saving leftover pizza for breakfast in the morning, the puppy crate needs cleaned again, and I'll worry about wrapping the last of the gifts when they finally arrive.