Making the best of things

I had an entirely different post written yesterday, but I deleted it. I kept thinking about what I wrote, and it was just really whiney and very “woe is me.”  So, have things gone according to plan since arriving? Absolutely not.  I can’t do anything about our current situation, except to quit complaining about it, and making it seem worse than it really is.  Basically, I put my big girl panties on and got over my little pity party.

This is my favorite time of year. I make DIY ornaments and handmade cards. I love decorating the house. I don’t go all out Griswald-style, but it usually ends up looking like there was a glitter explosion inside.  I love baking.  I remember as a kid, helping my mom in the kitchen at Christmas.  She turned into a baking fiend.  She would make so many different cookies and treats. She would fill garment boxes up and take them into work with her.  I love being in the kitchen.  I hate the cleaning up part, but I love cooking and making the mess.  Do I have my things to decorate and cook as I normal would? No.  But I bought some glue, glitter glue pens and construction paper.  Do I get to use the double oven (!) in our new house? Not yet, but I finally figured out how to work the oven here in lodging.  Let’s do this.

 

Miss Priss’s snow girl. Not snow man, not snow lady. Snow girl.

 

 

Coffee filter snowflakes, a la Miss Priss.

 

                                               

 

Little reindeer the kids made at the party a week or so ago.

 

 

 

The kids helped me make some pumpkin bread.

                                     

 Miss Priss measured cranberries, and Little Man helped me crush up some walnuts.  I love my little kitchen helpers.

We haven’t broken out the glitter pens, but we still have a few days of decorating to go! 

Decorations, check. Baking, check.  Tree, notsomuch.  The few trees that they do have here on base are ridiculously overpriced. $60 for a 5 foot tree?  I think I’m just going to get a rosemary plant and let the kids make a paper chain for it. And maybe a tiny little string of lights. 

I did have to take Little Man to the ER last night.  He tripped over Hubs’ foot and did a face-plant in to the tiled kitchen floor. A cut lip and a double bloody nose. Poor little guy. It was my first time driving off-base at night, and it was in the heaviest fog I have seen in a very long time.  I don’t think I went any faster than 30 mph the entire time.  Thank goodness it is less than 10 miles away.  The doctor didn’t say “broken nose”, just that it was a facial contusion.

 

 

 

He is my ER child.  He always seems to do things just after hours, and my only option is to take him into the ER.  I have been with him to the ER more in the last 2 ½ years than I have been in my entire life, or so it seems.  I blame the Hubs.  Little Man inherited his clumsiness, with none of his ninja-like reflexes.

 On a really awesome note for me, I have just booked a tour for the Harry Potter Studios…..for myself!  It’s not until the end of January, but Miss Priss will finally be back in school, Little Man will be with a babysitter, and Hubby will be at work.  A whole day to myself to geek out on the world of Harry Potter!!

 As Little Orphan Annie said (sang?), “I think I’m gonna like it here!”