Beau was looking through the piles of plunder I brought home from a pre-Christmas shopping trip.
“What are these for?” he asked, holding up bags of tiny red and green candies.
He raised an eyebrow.
“What’s this?” he wondered, holding up silvery sprigs of florists’ tinsel complete with faux berries.
Somewhat embarrassed for spending money on something so trivial, I said, “For that Christmas arrangement the kids and I are going to make… you know, once we get out and gather up some cedar branches.”
He raised the other eyebrow and held up a package of cloth inquisitively.
“We’re going to use that cloth to make tiny scarves and hats for the pinecone families we’re going to decorate with glitter. We just have to find some pinecones.”
He groaned. “And this?”
A roll of stickers.
“For the kids to use in the little Christmas activity books I got.”
He grinned knowingly.
Because we both know I have lots of great ideas for fun things I’m going to do with the kids. I want to be a fun, energetic, creative mom, instilling in them wonderful memories of our time together. But in reality, it’s a big accomplishment for me just to keep everyone alive around here. Survival is the name of the game each and every day at our house filled with pre-schoolers. The truth is this: I can barely keep enough spoons clean to feed my family cereal.