I’m so glad I waited until today to mail Christmas gifts to four different states. I hear it’s the busiest shipping day of the year and I certainly wouldn’t wanna’ miss out on all the camaraderie standing in line at the shipping office.
This weekend was all about completing the shopping list for the out-of-town family. Craig served as chauffeur and would drop me off at the front door of wherever I needed to go and would circle the block while I went inside on attack mode. It was a good plan and highly efficient until we hit Dick’s Sporting Goods and all the tribe decided they needed to go in and WANDER.
People, we did not have time to meander. And all four of my men have ADD and there we stood, smack dab in the male equivalent of Sephora.
I had to practice deep breathing mainly because I’m not sporty in the least and it was like enduring bamboo shoots being stabbed under my fingernails but we were almost in the clear and out the door when Feral #1 discovered the weaponry section and cajoled his daddy into checking it out with him.
It was an easy sell.
I’m fine with an arsenal of Nerf but a Nervous Nellie when it comes to the real thing because I only have three boys and I’d like to keep all of them and it’s been my experience that ADD and live rounds don’t mix well as evidenced by Dad keeping a hand on the barrel to avoid J sighting a non-live target.
C got in on the action, too. He has enjoyed the occasional hunt since we’ve been married (mainly dove and deer) but I don’t yell “Bring me something home, baby!” because I prefer my meat to come on Styrofoam and in cow or chicken form because I saw Bambi at a formative age.
Sunday was church (someone brought Nutella Rice Krispie Treats to class and I had something new for which to repent) and then lunch at the new PDQ that just opened. Travis was delighted with yet another restaurant location where he can consume chicken tenders with honey mustard sauce and the other two declared it their Most Favorite Place Ever because it had a Coke Freestyle machine.
I had a salad and was not at all bitter about it.
Then we came home and wrapped, wrapped, wrapped and in my haste to get it done I asked C to help me upstairs and completely forgot that I’d hidden his Christmas present in the craft room because HE NEVER GOES UP THERE and he walked right in the door and saw it.
We finished up the wrapping and even though it was a balmy 73 degrees outside, I decided we needed soup for supper and after a quick run to the grocery store for pancetta, I had everything I needed for Ina Garten’s Winter Minestrone.
I was initially a little nervous about making it because it had cubed butternut squash in it and I was unsure how that was going to play out in a non-pureed, Italian form but Ina has never steered me wrong and I forged ahead and OH MY STARS it was wonderful. JJ and I both had two bowls for dinner and I woke up thinking about it this morning and had a bowl for breakfast.
And now I feel fortified and ready to meet the day (and the lines) at FedEx.
And find a new present for C.
Have a nice day.