We hope you had a safe, healthy, and…
It’s been a chaotic and eventful couple of weeks in our household…more details in upcoming posts.
December has flown by for us. Here is a moment from the past month that sums up the month for us:
#2 and I prepare her little “giveaways” for her class the night before the last day of school before Christmas break. She has this idea of stuffing little coin envelopes with candy canes for each classmate. The problem is that a box of coin envelopes costs over $20 at Staples. She begins to obsess over this little project because she can’t just give out candy canes to the kids…where is the attention to detail? The personalized touch? (Wow…the apple really doesn’t fall far from the tree…) I tell her we will make the envelopes ourselves…from scratch. God knows I have enough paper and glue.
So on a Thursday night, with Ever-Patient and #1 at volleyball practice, we set to work. As we begin tracing envelope templates onto cardstock, I realize how much I miss the store and how easy it would have been to cut out some envelopes using the machine while chatting with friends. Instead, I am cutting and folding and gluing each envelope while nursing #5. By envelope #2, #4 begins to whine. I play holiday music in hopes that she will get inspired by Christmas spirit and just give her mother a break tonight. Instead she becomes increasingly annoyed that she is not allowed to “help” and begins to throw a tantrum screaming, “Mommy doesn’t love me!!!!” I do what I can only manage to do physically and psychologically and I ignore her and continue to make envelopes – these little pieces of paper that bring so much joy to #2. As we finish assembling the envelopes, #2 stamps a snowflake and the letter “j” on the front of each envelope – her personalized touch. #4 is still writhing on the floor but not because I am still ignoring her but because #3 has started singing “Feliz Navidad” and dancing around. #4 cannot stand it if anyone around her is happy if she is not. Now #5 starts to cry – I’m not sure if it’s the sound of #4 screaming or #3 singing in broken Spanish that upsets him – and I yell, “BEDTIME!” #2 gives me last minute instructions on how to finish stuffing her little envelopes with candy canes: “Don’t forget to put the candy cane upside down in the envelope so when the kids pull it out, the candy cane will be in the shape of a ‘J’.” She amazes me. Somehow I get them all in bed .
Thinking back now, I really can’t remember how I got everyone upstairs – probably through some combination of bribery, an explanation of Santa’s naughty/nice list, and some humiliating form of begging. And as I finish stuffing the last envelope, Ever-Patient comes home with #1 and hands me a Peppermint Mocha Latte.
God bless him.