and I'm heading to bed.
These final days are gifts - going way too fast. I wish I wasn't so preoccupied with Christmas preparations. I wish that it was a nothing month - January, or March - so that my last days at home with E were just filled with my smooches on his thighs, belly, the back of his neck, under his chin. He has the softest, sweetest, smoothest skin. Or days filled with naps cuddled together. Or playing with him on his play mat. Or pushing him on the swing at the park as he squeals in delight. Or patting the baby in the mirror. Or making big splashes in the rub a dub tub. Or laughing together at the cats as they saunter indifferently by us throughout the day.
These simple times are sweet and slow like honey. I'll never get enough.
My Christmas shopping is just about done. Christmas cards are sent. The house is decorated. Thank goodness. Now i have to plan and shop for Xmas day: start my xmas baking, make ingredient lists to shop for Xmas day luncheon and supper, and for the liquor store. The turkey is ordered. The rental dishes and table are booked. I can't help but try to be organized for the sake of my sanity - but my housework (MY housework?) is severely slack lately as I'm just too preoccupied and really. Lets be frank. Kinda hard to clean for an hour or two with a very needy toddler around who keeps forgetting how to sit himself up after falling over (he's done it a few times, by "accident" I think) and who cries whenever I leave the room. So the tub could grow frogs, the rugs need a vaccuum, the laundry is over flowing and I need to change the bed linens.
Who cares. I'm busy cuddling my little boy baby. Too soon my life will revolve around Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays when I'm home being mumma. He'll be at an age where I can really plan quality time - our little family. Make the most of those days together.
My thoughts are all over the place. I think I'll go wash up and hit the sack and read for a bit. Goodnight!