Gettin old stinks, but it's better than the alternative...

The past 2 days have been exhausting. Actually, the past week has been exhausting. Not really with stuff I didn't want to do- but there is such truth to the 'too much of a good thing' statement this time of year. Yesterday we surprised the girls with tickets to see Disney Princesses on Ice at the Bi Lo Center downtown. It was actually a really good show. Even Brian enjoyed it. But- it started at 7:30, which meant it ended around 9:45 and seeing as the girls are usually in bed by 8 pm, putting them in bed at 10:15 was a recipe for disaster. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, (just kidding- there's no ranch- I just always wanted to say that)- seriously- back in 'adult world'- Brian and I have been trying to get this website done for this house we're about to put up for sale. Don't worry- I'll put the link on here when it's finished. :0) So, for the third night in a row last night we stayed up past midnight trying to get it all together so we can publish it. I think (fingers crossed) that we may finish it tonight, or at least almost finish. My 6 am wake up is never a welcomed event, but it has been especially annoying this week. I went to 2 Christmas parties, the girls Christmas play, took the girls to the dentist, wrote 4 papers this week, got out both girls winter clothes and began the impossible task of cleaning their closets-and this weekend is going to be just as crazy. Today was pretty nuts. We took the girls to school, raced to the Eastside to tour a private school there that we're enrolling the girls in for next year, picked the girls up from school early- at 11:15 am (they usually get out at noon on Fridays), rushed home to change their clothes, ate lunch in the car and went to see Santa at the Mall. We got there and saw the shortest line I've ever seen there, got in the back of the line, and the woman came and closed the ropes and said that we would be the last ones in before Santa's lunchbreak. (Insert Heavenly Angel Singing here). We barely made it. Emmaline did not cry and howl when she sat in Santa's lap, as is her usual routine. She even smiled at him. Yes, it was one of those nervous "Please don't kill me" smiles, but it was progress. Came home, packed their bags for my mom's where they are spending the night (Insert another Heavenly Angel singing here), typed up a 5 page description of this house and all of it's features, and put on my PJ's. I do not care that my kitchen is a mess (understatement), I don't care about the looming giant pile of laundry or the fact that the family room could use a good vacuuming. I'm so tired. I'm in a recliner, I have a sleeping cat in my lap and I'm warm, and after about 30 minutes of constant nagging to Brian, he has finally gone to get us something to eat for dinner. I reminded him that he is the 'hunter/gatherer' and I am the 'cook'- which in this case means I will put it nicely on a plate for him when he brings it home. :0) So I guess I'm just getting old. I can remember in the 'not so distant past' when the kids went to my parents it was automatically 'date night'. But who says date night can't be us in pajama pants eating dinner in the family room during a movie?? Not I. I just hope my parents have a nice pleasant evening with the fruit of our loins. They desperately needed a nap today after staying up so late last night, but we forfeited the nap for Santa (priorities, people) and so I'm hoping that they don't go into 'meltdown' mode tonight for my parents. I warned my mother, but she's one of the few people I know who has less patience than me, so I am slightly concerned. Tomorrow I'll go get the girls around 10:30 and take Annelise to basketball practice. Then tomorrow night is the office Christmas party at some hoighty toighty restaurant. Then Sunday morning is church, which I am sure I will need, and then out to lunch and then we're going to look at a house that is going to go up for sale in a neighborhood we really like. If we like it, the guy said he would give us a good deal since there would be no agent involved. The guy is like, a billion years old and has lived there by himself for years, so we were warned that the house is straight outta 1970 inside and that we need to have our imagination hats on. We're cool with that. I like to re-do. The guy is moving out because he's getting married. Go old guy- woo hoo! I guess it's never too late.... Anyway- Brian just came in and I smell barbecue and potatoes, so I'm done here. The next post will hopefully contain the link to our house we are selling. I hope it sells quickly. I don't wanna leave it, but I can't move it, so that's that. We'll see!