I tried the christmas card photo shoot again this weekend. I got no cooperation. She just pulled the santa hat down over her eyes or turned her back to me. Nice. I gave up for and then she wanted to wear her "Rapunzel" hat to play in outside.
I seized that opportunity and chased her with the camera while she played. Some shots turned out cute. Not what I had in mind, but what can you do?
Now she has a cold, so I know I won't be getting any better ones. "You gotta know when to fold 'em, know when to walk away etc…" Give up on the perfection. I think I'll direct people to my flickR site in the Christmas cards. If you want to see better photos, go here-or something like that. I was not in a good mood this weekend and neither was anyone else in our home, including our animals. Is it the current planetary alignments or just the things we get ourselves into? Who can say? The hubby is pulling out his hair over his gi-normous paper that is due way too soon. He's feeling overwhelmed with his job, his classes, his house projects, and probably by his crazy women folk.
Keely is just Keely ('nuf said.) and I am my normal whacky self. The hubby has been trying to make us a bed platform for several weeks now, but either it rains or he has too much work to due and can't get to it-ditto for the screened-in porch. Back story: We HAD a bed frame and a weird water mattress that was his mother's but we didn't like it anymore, so we gave it back to her and then had to buy a new mattress and it's been on our bedroom floor for many weeks now. Grand 'ole King-sized bed flopped in the middle of our bedroom. Really purty. The hubby decided he was finishing the bed this weekend. So, while he was writing a paper and building a bed I decided, "What a perfect time to decorate for Christmas." I'm such a genius. So, …Oh yes, we had also JUST cleaned up our disastrous study/craft room because it was beyond awful…so, I go in the attic and start dragging down box after box of merry stuff and piling it in the study. Now, the study is back to being a mess. The day goes on, Keely is cranky, I've hurt my neck carrying boxes down stairs and the hubby is sanding and painting and quoting meaningless jabber from his academic reading. I'm going through the jingle bells and pulling out stuff that has been handed down to us that I know we'll never use. I decide I am getting rid of everything that I don't want in our home. So, I'll just start a pile of that stuff over here, and here, and one more over there. You should see our study. Help me. Help us. Then, the hubby runs out of sandpaper. We all load up to go to the hardware store. Where we go one, we go all. I (we) only went along because I needed rescuing from playing baby animals. Can. not. play. any. longer. Then, how long does it take to get a toddler dressed? My god child. She insists on wearing her pajamas all day long, day after day. I think she wore them for four straight days last week. They are looking rough. Finally, I have us looking like we are not homeless people and we make it to the store 4 score and 20 years later. "Hey, let's buy a tree while we're out." I have SO many good ideas, no? We do. Come home. He goes back to the bed work. I stare at the piles of stuff that are now in every room of the house. We realize our tree is not going to fit where we normally put it because we now have a 1,000 pound piano there. Interesting. Who's idea was that piano? So, we shove the piano down and smoosh the tree in the corner. That looks ridiculous. Move the tree all over the living room. Hubby carries the dancing tree to this corner, now that corner. It doesn't fit anywhere. "Can we just move now? We have too much stuff." sigh. It starts to rain. Husband runs outside to save his freshly painted bed boards. He's running in, carrying them. He hurts his back. This weekend sucked.
Good news is we now have a finished bed. It's so nice to not be on the floor anymore. Well done husband.
I've got a mountain of stuff to sew up for christmas, some gifts to buy, photos to get printed, cards to mail… AND I realize I have nothing to buy/give to our daughter for Christmas! I can't think of a thing that she needs. But it's Christmas! We have to have something for her! Oy. But first things first, I must get our house back in order. I can't function in this chaos. Next post will be much less complain-y. Promise.
December 4, 2006