December 24th, 2003 - Wednesday

Crazy

Let the craziness begin.

It's 9:30 in the morning. I just finished up all the dishes that I didn't get around to last night due to Hayley's lack of sleep. She finally went to sleep at 12:30 by the way. Yargh.

All the gifts are ready, I just need to pick up a pack of tissue paper to top some of them off. I have no cards this year unfortunately but I don't think anyone will mind.

I threw some coffee and a bowl of Cheerios down my throat for breakfast and within an hour or so we'll pack up our stuff and head over to see George's family for a little bit since his sister should be here by now. Then we'll head up to my grandmother's place up north. We'll have some lunch, hang out, and spend the night. I'm debating going to church (yes, me, in church!) with Hayley, my sister and my grandmother tonight. I don't know which is funniest - the idea of my pagan sister in church, my pagan self in church, or a 15-month-old toddler in church. We'll see. It would be nice though since he is a young and "hip" minister who incorporates a lot of pagan traditions into the service and seems to acknowledge the fact that may of the traditions for the Christmas holiday actually have roots in religions far older than Christianity. He does it all by candlelight, and I love singing the carols. I'd like to go, it's been years.

Before bed Hayley can open her Christmas pajamas and then HOPEFULLY she'll have a better night because I'm exhausted today (asleep by 12:30, up at 4, up at 6, up for the day at 8:30!). In the morning we'll open all our gifts and have a breakfast before coming back in to do gifts and dinner with George's family.

Last night during one of the brief moments of sleep that I had, I dreamt that George and I were moving somewhere. For the life of me, I can't remember where we were going, but I know that wherever it was, it was somewhere far away from both of our families. I'm pretty sure that such a dream has to do with the stress of trying to do everything and see everyone over the short period of holidays. In all honesty, I know that such stress is really a blessing because it means we both have family that love and want to see, and that's a wonderful thing. But man. I wonder if we could convince everyone to convert to Judaism. At least Hanukkah is eight days long so we could spread things out a bit more!

And on that note, I'm off to finish throwing everything together. Merry Christmas eve!

Hayley last night, pitching a fit because I wouldn't let her play with anything at 11 o'clock at night. "Wah! I don't WANT to just sit here! WAH!"

On this day (more or less):

2002: All my December 2002 entries are lost. :(
2001: I had an apartment to clean, dishes to take care of, bread to bake, gifts to wrap, cards to make, and clothes to pack.
2000: None.
1999: None.

Reading: The DaVinci Code, Dan Brown.

Listening: Baby Mozart.

Watching: I'd love to catch "A Christmas Carol" which is my favorite holiday movie but I doubt I'll see it.

Anticipating: Going up north.

Eating: Breakfast - Cheerios. Lunch - Whatever my grandmother has to offer. Supper - Spaghetti.

Wearing: Black pants, red sweater.

Feeling: Exhausted but festive.

Forecasting: Rain, but I'm hoping it won't.

Craving: Sleep.

Gratifying: Christmas!

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