winter break blogging, chapter six

... in which the author marvels at the quick passing of time, doing so in the form of complaining that half of winter break has passed already, dammit.

What in the world is happening? Time is flying by and we've officially hit the halfway mark of winter break. Let's see where we are at the end of six days:

• The guinea pigs are still alive. Biggest Winter Break Fear has not come true. 
• To do list is much longer than I anticipated it would be by this point. Decorations need to be put away, errands need to be run, hairs need to be seriously cut, words need to be written. Gah.
• The bicker-o-meter has had it's little red arrow bust right off due to the world-record-breaking performances of JAM, Red, and Pudge this week. We'll be accepting congratulations in the form of alcoholic beverages for mama starting any time now.
• All the gifts have found homes, and it required very little reorganization, thankfully. There still needs to be a charity pickup scheduled at some point in the new year, which will make me happy as usual.
• Gearing up for a few visits from friends in coming days, which means I'll be enforcing child labor in ways that would make Newt Gingrich smile with pride. Friends coming over means the need for clean bathrooms.
• Missing the days when hubby was a school employee, too, and we enjoyed winter break as a family. I have fulfilled my role as a stay-at-home mom today, though, upon his return to work. I called his office once in the morning, effectively interrupting some important work, and then again in the afternoon to inform him it was 4 pm. He knew he missed my old habits in the last few months!
• I took joy in vacuuming and folding laundry in the middle of a weekday today, reinforcing my suspicion that my college days, women's-studies-class-taking self would shake her head if she could see me now.

 
Six down, six to go. Boo hoo hoo.


Whining like a champ,