Still no Christmas decorations up at our house. Unless you count the tupperware containers that stack on top of each other and make a snowman/santa. I am the queen of procrastination. I don’t know why I do it, or harldy even how. I always seem to be doing something, and even though I do spend a lot of time on the computer, I also spend a lot of time doing other stuff.
A couple of weeks ago I was doing really well, feeling very motivated about everything, but even then I think I knew that it was too good to last, and it has most definitely worn off now. I’ll have to see if I can find it hiding in a corner or something, because I certainly could do with it.
Had a lovely albeit busy day today. My intention was to go shopping early this morning after going to Curves, but somehow I ended up going and coming home late, so that by the time I got back it was almost time for Elisha’s nap. And we were going out for lunch, so I couldn’t put him down too late, as that would mean that he would sleep past the time that we needed to leave. So the shopping didn’t get done AGAIN. I normally do our grocery shopping on a Wednesday. So this means that we are scraping the bottom of the barrell in all departments at the moment. Tomorrow I must go and do the shopping.
Out for lunch at Ezra’s house. Yum, yum and Yummo! Beautiful indian style cuisine that Ezra’s mum made and it was absolutely delicious. Think I’ll have to find me a recipe for lassi too. I’ve always been to chicken to try it, but boy, it was good. Elisha had some too, and he rather enjoyed it. We left after his nap time, and he was getting quite ratty. When we first arrived he was rather enamoured with the fibre optic Christmas tree, but well behaved enough not to touch it. By the time we left he was sticking his little hands in it at every opportunity he could. Amazing how much tiredness modifies his behaviour. Not that that is an excuse mind you.
Took him home, put him straight to bed. He fussed for a while but settled relatively quickly, and then didn’t get up until we were supposed to be somewhere, even though I went down that end of the house and made noise specifically to wake him up.
So off the the Mount Henry Tavern for “beer o-clock” with Chris and Kerryn. Where Elisha made multiple escape attempts, enjoyed flirting with himself in the window, tried on various pairs of sunglasses and ate a whole bunch of chips.
We didn’t leave there until his bed time, and then after various activities at home it was nearly an hour after by the time he was finally in.
I wonder if this means I get a sleep in, or if it means we get an extra grumpy boy tomorrow.