Saturday: Christmas-shopped with two of my daughters in the morning and early afternoon.
Nola was dropped off at our apartment Saturday evening for a sleepover with Nana and Granddad
Sunday: Drove way out to the 'burbs to visit Nola's Great-grandparents, then drove more to visit her other great-grandma after tracking down her whereabouts.
Monday: Picked up third daughter and her new baby and brought them back to our apartment for the day. Many, many cuddles, much newborn cuteness. . .
Tuesday: Headed over to brother-in-law's late afternoon to go over plans for the old folks, before we went out to dinner together.
Wonderfully family-filled days. Great, right?
But I'm someone who really likes her down time, someone who gets stressed without it.
So I'm pleased that we're going back to our quiet island home this morning, even if we do have to turn around and come back again on Friday.
And rather than get stressed about how the Busy is crowding out my Quiet time, and think about the stuff I'm not getting done for Christmas, I'm trying to remember what I wrote back here
I'm going to finish my marking, knit another pair of socks for under the tree, feel pleased about the gifts I've sewn the last buttons on (this little dress for Harriet is a smaller copy of the one Nola's wearing in that earlier Christmas post), forget the baking that's not going to get done, worry about making the tourtières later, and make sure that part of today is spent by the fire, reading a mystery novel and drinking a cup of tea.
In other words, I'm going to remember that Christmas is NOW, in the shopping and the wrapping and the running out to buy Scotch tape and whipping cream and in the flurry of family visiting, even the occasional flare-up of misunderstandings and busy impatience. I'm trying to savour the run-up to the big day as much as I savoured knitting all the stitches that came together for this sweet little dress.
Right now, though, the NOW that is Christmas demands I catch an 8:30 ferry. That gets to be a pain when you ride it as often as we have this past month. But it's Christmas, so we're going to enjoy having breakfast together while riding through some of the world's most fabulous scenery. . . .there'll even be a decorated tree on board, maybe even a caroller or two. . . .
So, Merry early Christmas to you! Here's to hanging on to our sanity and our joy right through the week ahead!