December tenth, and time is slipping past me. I’ve carefully budgeted my time down to the hour most days, in order to get everything done.
Exercise in the wee hours, snatching ten minutes of writing here and there, work, kids, spending time with friends and family whenever possible.
December’s exhausting, and I haven’t even gotten to the meat and potatoes of it!
Today was a holly jolly day, with a lovely brunch with two lovely ladies, then writing in silence for an hour and returning home for Christmas baking.
The kids have gotten good at decorating, although the amount of icing was suspect.
Especially suspect was the surreptitious licking that happened the moment I turned my back.
Between the sugar cookies and the gingerbread choo choo train, there’s been a lot of sugar in the house this weekend.
Luckily, I’ve finished the baking now, most of the presents are wrapped and it’s not past my bedtime.
I’ll fold the clothes tomorrow.
And be better with my diet.