My December day included:
Breathing a sigh of relief that the Stomach Bug from You-Know-Where hadn’t struck any new victims during the night. The night when our plumbing backed up at just the point when it was too late to call the plumber.
Remembering that I couldn’t empty the dishwasher since I couldn’t run it the night before (y’know, the plumbing).
Coming home after Bible study and Christmas shopping to collapse for thirty minutes before heading out for school pick-up. (The exhaustion from my own three-day bout with the Bug was intense.)
Picking up all three kids from school with visions of heading home and crawling into bed . . . and THEN remembering we had a Daisy meeting in 45 minutes. (Thankfully not at my house.)
Running home, getting things together, and bumping the dishwasher with my hip to re-start it from the night before.
Coming home from the meeting, abandoning the menu plan, throwing leftover pasta and spaghetti sauce into a dish, covering it with mozzarella cheese and calling it Cheese Pizza Casserole. (The name alone convinced the kids it was the best dinner ever.)
Emptying the dishwasher. Re-loading it.
Collapsing on the couch.
How has your December day gone?