Happy New Year

I know. Fabulous blog post title, eh? I’m so original.

First, before I wish you a Happy New Year, etc., etc., I simply must give you an update on Kitchen Construction (Day 14). Because I know you’ve been dying, literally lying awake at night wondering, how’s it going? Is it near completion? And are they sick of take out Chinese food and pizza?

Answers: It’s going well. Doc is a work horse. It’s a bit of a job, so much more to do. Poor Doc. And yes, we grown-ups (translation: those that care) are tired of the take-out. Never did I think I would live to see the day. Me, tired of Bo Bo Kitchen’s Hunan Triple Delight.

But I am. And it’s all worth it. Here’s the latest picture.

As for last night, this was the first year we stayed up together to welcome the New Year. We all made it, minus one. Lucy went until past 10 p.m. then crashed, snuggled up in her toddler bed. I think this is the last year we’ll have a toddler bed in the house. She’s outgrowing it fast.

History has proved me a lousy late night party girl, except last night, when Susan asked me if I was going to stay up with her to see the new year come in. How could I say no? Her excitement of staying up hours past bedtime, with a party atmosphere complete with chocolates, salty chips and sugary drinks was infectious.

Almost didn’t make it. I did Movie Time (Prince Caspian), with popcorn and mozzarella sticks, washed up the dished in the utility sink and declared to everyone I was thinking of going to bed, but when I got under the covers, at the last minute I picked up a novel from the bedside. I read several chapters when the noise outside the window started. Fireworks. I made it into the New Year, wide awake, with Jem and Scout to distract me from sleep.

When I ran out to the living room, to see if everyone else had heard the fireworks, I found Doc and the boys playing Risk (Lord of the Rings version) and Susan on the computer. I went into the kitchen to see if I could see the last of the fireworks, forgetting the room is without windows at the moment.

How did you celebrate the New Year?

The family landfill

My “office” is the dumping ground for all things that don’t have a proper home around here. A weight bench, stacks of music CDs, Susan’s drawings piled under the window, two area rugs lie in the middle of the floor. And that’s only a small sample of the junk in this spare room.So much stuff. Most of it is my doing. These are the things that I’ve just haphazardly put down when I was in a hurry and didn’t want to bother with putting it away properly. Some of it I don’t know what to do with due to lack of space. I would pitch it except I need it for homeschooling or I want to keep it. Like those CDs. I love music, I just need to create a better system other than on top of the dresser.

Thank the Lord I can shut the door.

Tomorrow our new official office gets the final touch – carpet. I use the term “our” loosely here, becasue Doc (that’s my housebuilding husband) has decared the office his own domain. I’ve got the rest of the house – the kitchen, living room and bedroom. I’ve been permitted a corner of the room for my computer and a small bookshelf. That’s fine with me. I’m happy that my kitchen will no longer hold his computer and all the messiness that goes along with it. You know how that is – bills, papers, computer hardware. And in fairness to him, it’s not really all that messy, it’s just all the clutter that having a home requires to upkeep.
Then this room will be turned on it’s end and it will be conquered. Dare I post a picture?? Hmmm.