Procrastination

I guess I can’t procrastinate the job I started upstairs much longer, so I figure blogging is a good excuse. I’m in the process of going through the kids clothes. I typically try to do this a few times a with shifts int the season. I'm doing it now, because Sidney is growing! She has grown four inches this year. Eli grew four and a half inches. He’s turning into my giant. When he was a baby, the doctor estimated he will be 6’5”, so when he is fully grown it will be fun to see how close he hits. He’s already a size 10 shoe in men’s, and it’s time for a bigger pair.  

It's actually kind of nice to do something brainless like sorting clothes and cleaning. My work is quiet over the holidays. I'm enjoying it while it lasts. It’s good to take time to breathe. The past week was nuts between making sure all the gifts were wrapped, juggling kids home on break with working all the while relishing the fact that we didn’t have to rush out the door every morning and could stay in our PJ's a bit longer. There is no struggle to fly out the door with Eli in tow mumbling something about being sent to his misery (school). We are in the process of making big decisions about school, but I will write about that at a later time.

It's good the holidays are chaotic, because it forced me to have the conversation with Tom that the only problem I was experiencing was a first world problem. Without all the blessings in our lives, we wouldn’t have to worry about who was getting what gift and if we’d bought fairly for each child, if we wanted to bake cookies now or later, if the outfit had come yet in the mail in time for the concert, or when I was going to have time to get the roping on the front porch. 

I spent a few days feeling very conflicted last week as a result of this conversation. Not only do I think about the children in orphanages who don't know about Christmas and have never experienced abundance, I get frustrated at the lack of understanding about true need in the world around me. And we're all guilty of it. This isn't meant as a lecture. It's also a way to process all that was in my head.

Break means more time to cuddle with mom.

What else is going on? Eli is in euphoria on break, and Sidney has finally started to regulate during the schedule change a bit more. Any change in schedule is tough for most kids, but Sidney is a kid who completely excels in a strict structured environment. I think parents of sensory kids or kids in general from a similar back ground can understand when I say she never really lands. As Tom says, she doesn't "regulate" in her environment.  So what have I done to ease this? We are big on calendars in our house. Meaning if we are going to grandma’s house for Christmas, we draw a car on that day. If we are home, it’s a blank space. She is much more content when she can bring it to me and verify what is going on for the day. 

Okay off to get something done!