As you can see from the above photograph, Santa was much more reasonable this year. In terms of the number of gifts a family with small children are supposed to be able to tackle at one sitting, that is. Last year was ridiculous, and although I realize that last year my family shipped their gifts and this year we 'll be getting them in (the future) person, I still feel better. I don't want my kids to get spoiled and think they'll get everything they want, and I do think there is such a thing as having too much.
In the lull between Christmas and the next thing, I'm busy getting ready for next year. I'm making lists of things I want to do, rooms I want to paint, closets I need to clean out. I'm planning ways to work on my budget, my diet, my workout plans.
Just this morning I got back on the treadmill for the first time since I've been sick. I wanted to go five miles, which I used to do quite easily in just over forty minutes, but which I haven't done in awhile. Because I usually don't even have forty minutes, there are other things I want to do, and the boys have a hard time waiting for me. Even with the TV on, they fight over every scrap of paper there is down there. Andrew discovered the light switches and was turning the lights and the fan off and on. Nathan casually tossed my nine-pound weight onto Nick's lap, and I made it almost three and a half miles.
The boys have actually been pretty good playing with the toys they got. They exercise selective hearing, and don't always hear me when I ask them to get dressed/ clean up/ wash hands/ come eat/ go to bed, but overall they've been quieter, and that's almost the same as being good, right?
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