Best Laid Plans

Here we are, the Friday before Christmas.  I thought that I would have my shopping done and that I would have a bit of rest before we start the Christmas weekend.  I was wrong…again.

For years, I was always disappointed with myself that I hadn’t done Advent in the right way.  I chucked that thought out the window when the Littles were little.  I know there isn’t a right way, I’m just pretty sure I’m not supposed to be going 100mph with my hair on fire, careening towards Christmas.

Now that the kids have decided that Nutcracker is a worthy event to pursue, that is exactly what I feel like I have been doing for the last four years.  I keeping thinking to myself, “This will work out.  I just need to do….”  Yes, it works out, just not in the way that I had planned.

We have worked a week of a house of girls down with the stomach flu.  That was the same week that Steve was gone visiting his family.  That was also the week before the Nutcracker.  It couldn’t have been a nice calm week before the Nutcracker storm.

I played catch up with the house and the kids’ school work that following week.  Not the plan, but I have to be flexible, right?  That resulted in Denise being in full melt down mode last Friday night.  I had done a bit of Christmas shopping, but didn’t have a good plan.

Here we are on the Friday of the third week of Advent.  I am having a bit of rest.  I am finishing up my Christmas cards.  Some have gone out in the mail.  Most of them haven’t yet.  I hear the sound of my KitchenAid mixer going.  That means Allegra is busy baking.  I hear the voices of my Grandflowers playing.  They are hanging out with us today.  There is a water leak at their house.  Steve is taking care of that.  Theresa and Bryce are at the laundrymat.

See?  Best laid plans.  I know what I had planned.  I’m not sure what the detours in my December were supposed to teach me.  Today, I am having a restful day, with children I love dearly and Grandflowers who fill my heart.  kids


Middle of December Blues

Every year I hit that point.  It’s when I just don’t feel like I have the energy to last until Christmas.

I spent this last week catching up on stuff that fell by the wayside last week.  Steve was gone helping his brother get to his doctor’s appointments.  The girls were down with the stomach flu.  It was the week before the Nutcracker.  Then, Friday, I came down with the stomach flu.

This week has been one of catch up.  At least I am caught up with the grocery shopping.  24852400_10215281009767809_7430366955207414737_n.jpg

It was Mother’s Day yesterday.  I am not a mom who cringes when she thinks of Mother’s Day.  I do appreciate a little something-something from my children, but I don’t like going out and waiting for hours to have a meal out.  I would much rather my husband and kids take care of that for me.photobomb

Yesterday, we took an adventure which isn’t the one that I really would have chosen, but I ended up enjoying anyways.  I love going on drives and seeing what there is to see.  My parents would do that when I was young, and I still have fond memories of doing that.  My husband took me on an off road trip.  He promised that it wouldn’t be like Hwy 173 going to Lake Arrowhead.  I should have known that it would be just like that that.  Okay, not exactly just like it, but there were plenty of times that I got jostled around.  My neck still isn’t happy with me today.  But, once we got to a certain point, it wasn’t so bad and then it was enjoyable.

We saw a gopher snake, hawks, robins, squirrels, chipmunks.  We stopped to play by a stream along the Pacific Crest Trail.  I saw lupines, Indian paintbrush, penstmon, western wallflowers, desert mallow, and other flowers that I didn’t know the names of.  We came across stands of healthy green Joshua trees and pine trees.  We stopped in a couple of campgrounds to see what they had to offer and decided that we really would enjoy coming back to camp there with the kids.


We ended up in Fawnskin and let the kids get out and play in their park.  We stopped to get dinner at Vons, yes, a grocery store.  We grabbed some chicken, a bag of carrots, some friend potato wedges and drinks and off we went.

We drove down Hwy 38, because that is the way that I wanted to go.  We passed through Angelus Oaks, Barton Flats and along the Santa Ana river.  The woods in that area are pine, just as in the Big Bear area, but different somehow.  We drove through Redlands, hit the 210 to the 215 and back up the 15 to home.

Mother’s Day 2017 was a grand day out.