Glad to know I’m not the only one who still hasn’t taken down my Christmas tree. I must admit, I still light it up sometimes in the evening. I love Christmas lights. Last year I left the Christmas tree on lights on so long that, actually not last year. Last year my husband didn’t let me put a tree up. He said that if I put it up I would never have time to take it down. Hmmm. Maybe I should’ve listened to him this year too. No! Good thing I didn’t listen to him. He’s the Grinch and he’s trying to steal Christmas. He doesn’t want to receive gifts (because he doesn’t want to give gifts), he hates it when I put on Christmas music and if it were up to him, we would spend Christmas on the couch watching reruns of the 1993 Stanley Cup finals. Yes, I’m a hockey widow. Do I watch the game? I watch the game alright! I stare at the top-right corner of the screen, watching the countdown to the end of his hockey coma.
So the year before I left the Christmas tree on lights on so long that, by the time it was Christmas Eve my lights were all burnt and the tree looked pathetic. Maybe it would’ve still looked pathetic even if all the lights worked… There’s not one real ornament on there. It’s all stuffed toys and unbreakable things. With these kids, there’s no way I’m going to spend my time with “No, don’t touch this” and “No, don’t touch that”. We got this poor old tree at a garage sale for 2 $. It was a summer Saturday afternoon and we had left the children at the grandparents’ house in order to go buy a suit for my husband to wear at my sister in law’s engagement that was only a week away. My in laws were eagerly waiting for us to return to see the new suit .On the way there we came across a garage sale. We came back with a Christmas tree, an inflatable pool and a broken DVD player. We were so excited and they were… not. It wasn’t a pretty sight. Sort of like when Jack came back home after selling the cow for some magic beans.
Blogging every night will be hard. Some nights I pass out right after the last kid is in bed, other nights I pass out in the last kid’s bed. Children ask you to stay with them a while before they fall asleep. Yes, we do enjoy spending that time with them, scratching their backs and answering their multiple questions. But let’s be honest, sometimes we just need them to sleep already.
See, when you have three kids it’s a little different; your child asking you to lie down next to them until they fall asleep gives you a valid reason to leave your spouse alone with the other two. If the opportunity to sleep on duty presents itself you do not let it pass. Plus it’s the perfect scenario. You can stay as long as you like, no one will know. Zzzzzzz
Thank you for an overwhelming response on Facebook. All this is kind of scary; I guess it’s good to do scary things once in a while. I must warn you not to have high expectations; I definitely don’t consider myself a professional blogger and my English is just average. So if you don’t mind a lack of fancy words and syntax or punctuation errors, we should be fine.
My husband just walked passed me, read the first line and said “You didn’t get an overwhelming response, relax!”
See he’s my dream crusher, in a good way. He keeps me grounded and real. I like to think that I’m a very positive person and that I look to see the good side of everything. I believe that anyone can do anything and I believe in dreaming big. He, on the other hand, says I live in a fairy tale world that comes from watching too many Disney princess movies.
Today we lost our car in the Montreal mega flood. When he called me to tell me the news my reaction was “its ok, maybe something better will come our way “and then the reality of it hit me “Oh no! Your mothers Tupperwares were in there!”
So why am I writing this blog? I’m not really sure yet. Those who know me know that I talk a lot. Yes I’m self aware! My job consists of giving lectures for hours and hours and that usually takes care of emptying me out. But now I’m on maternity leave…and have been for 2 years. I spend my days with very young children and there’s only so much of my talking that my husband can handle. Poor guy comes home from work tired and has to hear me. During hockey games, I wait for the commercial break to talk. All my children learn to talk quickly and it’s not because they’re smarter than the average child. It’s because they live with me and I just don’t stop. Our 4 year old talks a lot… I mean a lot and I’m the one to blame.
Here I can talk all I want.
So thank you for your response that was good but not overwhelming 🙂
People tell me I should start a blog, so I googled “blog” to find out what it is. Yes, I’m relatively young but I’m technologically challenged. I have no knowledge about technology past the bare basics. This doesn’t only apply to computers and the internet; I must admit using the TV is a bit of a challenge for me. The DVR scares me and I can’t differ regular viewing from HD for my life. My camera always stays on the same setting and I hate using the home alarm system. I come from a home where my dad put up a “beware of dog “sign in the window, and that was our alarm system.
I found out what a blog is, checked out a few… ok but still not sure what I’m expected to write on it. The bigger question is, where am I going to find the time to write a blog? It’s past 10 pm; I have two kids in bed and a two month old still up. As I’m writing this, I’m looking around at my house and it’s a complete mess. There are toys everywhere, laundry to be folded and put away, dishes to be done and to top it all off my little coat hook system broke on Christmas day when we had family over and put over 20 coats on a small 5 hook board…so now all the kids and our coats, snowsuits, hats, scarves are spread out on the living room couches.
I have to stop now. Baby is crying.
Fed,burped, rocked to sleep and I’m back.
Baby crying again. This will be impossible.
I’m back. How do they know to hold their poop until you put them in a fresh diaper??
This is what’s going to keep happening, I’m going to be on a train of thoughts, I’m going to get interrupted by someone and then lose track of mind. Yesterday as I was thinking about this blog thing, I was trying to make a written list of things I could talk about. I promise you I didn’t get far.
So I guess this is my first blog post .