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chochiyo_sama) wrote2008-12-21 10:10 pm
chochiyo_sama) wrote2008-12-21 10:10 pm
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I worked hard today
I got a lot of stuff done today.
I did a bunch of dishes and cleaned out my refrigerator. I sacked up a bunch of garbage in the kitchen and cleaned out the cat boxes.
I cleaned up the big disaster next to my bed, cleaned out all the drawers in my bedside table and reorganized them, and put away a basket of stuff in the bathroom.
I wrapped up all my presents, including the two that I need to mail off tomorrow. I just have to look up the addresses. I packed all the gifts that are going to my mom's into a laundry basket. Perhaps tomorrow, I will take the outside and put them in the car. Less to carry out on Christmas day. I still need to wrap Jim and DeAnn's gifts. I already wrapped Josue's. I hope he likes it. I almost kept it for myself. It is the cutest little thing. It is the otter webkin. It matches my couch perfectly. It looked so cute laying on my couch! But, I am trying to thin out my toy collection--not add more to it!
Toys--I can't help it that I love them.
I got all my laundry downstairs, but did not sort it out yet. Maybe tomorrow. I would like to get it all washed before Christmas. I really don't want to drag my laundry to mom's house over Christmas.
I hauled some stuff to the craft room but didn't put anything in there away.
Ingrid's husband Jim called me later and hounded me again to come to their house for supper. He came to get me and shoveled a path to my door for me, so that was sweet. My biggest fear was having to clamber through the snow which is about a foot deep in my yard. I'll try to get a picture or two of it tomorrow. It is an impressive amount of snow. We are definitely having a white Christmas this year.
More snow coming on Tuesday, I guess.
Yuck.
I am missing my sweetpea tonight--I miss talking to him, sharing our days, trying to figure things out together. I miss the laughter. It's like an ache. Like the ache in my knee. I think that losing Michael has triggered my loneliness for my little punkin as well.
sigh
Life is hard.
I did a bunch of dishes and cleaned out my refrigerator. I sacked up a bunch of garbage in the kitchen and cleaned out the cat boxes.
I cleaned up the big disaster next to my bed, cleaned out all the drawers in my bedside table and reorganized them, and put away a basket of stuff in the bathroom.
I wrapped up all my presents, including the two that I need to mail off tomorrow. I just have to look up the addresses. I packed all the gifts that are going to my mom's into a laundry basket. Perhaps tomorrow, I will take the outside and put them in the car. Less to carry out on Christmas day. I still need to wrap Jim and DeAnn's gifts. I already wrapped Josue's. I hope he likes it. I almost kept it for myself. It is the cutest little thing. It is the otter webkin. It matches my couch perfectly. It looked so cute laying on my couch! But, I am trying to thin out my toy collection--not add more to it!
Toys--I can't help it that I love them.
I got all my laundry downstairs, but did not sort it out yet. Maybe tomorrow. I would like to get it all washed before Christmas. I really don't want to drag my laundry to mom's house over Christmas.
I hauled some stuff to the craft room but didn't put anything in there away.
Ingrid's husband Jim called me later and hounded me again to come to their house for supper. He came to get me and shoveled a path to my door for me, so that was sweet. My biggest fear was having to clamber through the snow which is about a foot deep in my yard. I'll try to get a picture or two of it tomorrow. It is an impressive amount of snow. We are definitely having a white Christmas this year.
More snow coming on Tuesday, I guess.
Yuck.
I am missing my sweetpea tonight--I miss talking to him, sharing our days, trying to figure things out together. I miss the laughter. It's like an ache. Like the ache in my knee. I think that losing Michael has triggered my loneliness for my little punkin as well.
sigh
Life is hard.