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which I'm calling "Pink Hat With Measuring
Tape Still Life." Adele is very passionate about her art.
That, understandably, scared my daughter, who came downstairs and crawled into our bed whimpering. But the only difference with last night and any other night of the past week or so was the whimpering because she is going through the same phase Sebastian did where my bed seems to have more of a draw then their own.
But last night I wasn't sleeping well anyway because I'd already been woken up by a phone alert that I'd sold another necklace to someone in Australia who required a tracking code and for some reason this completely stressed me out. Like - how am I ever going to find time to go to the post office because work and children and life and washing dishes and I think it's time to pay that one bill and did I put the banana bread up that I made? What about the yogurt? What am I going to wear tomorrow? Did I fill out that form for school? I can't forget to put the meat out for dinner. I really need to work on those knitting projects because they're on a deadline and even though I'm almost done with the first order what if I can't finish and everyone hates me? Plus I really need those Kentucky necklace supplies to get here ASAP because I don't like having low stock on account of Christmas and the fact that a local store said I could sell some there ...
And on and on and on and on until I finally go to sleep, only to be awoken by the screams. I made Chris go and check on Sebastian, just to be safe. But I am 99 percent sure that there was a teenager out screaming just for kicks. And to cause heart attacks.
So I'm thinking I had possibly two hours of sleep. I am foggy.
I am also drinking coffee with a ton of chocolate syrup (full of high fructose corn syrup and loving it) because treat yo'self.
In other news we finally finished the soccer season that wouldn't end. Sebastian had three games on Saturday which took up the entire day because he would have one, then get to go home for an hour, then have another. It was exhausting. But he did really good and I'm proud of him. I am also happy that it's over. As much as I love watching him play, I also love not spending all of our time at the soccer field. So we are free until spring.
In other other news, I think we may have convinced Chris' parents to take the kids all weekend, which will be the first time and also they haven't spent the night anywhere in a long, long time and I would really like a morning where I could wake up without a small child needing something.
Plus - date night.
Also - Christmas shopping. Trying to get a jump on things. What would you like?
And in addition - daytime Netflix viewing of television not suitable for children.
It's gonna be awesome.
If I can ever wake up.
*This has never happened before.