and the day pretty much flew by with nary a mention of our sacred holiday.
Okay, that’s not entirely true, but it was a great day and a sucky day…..I’m pretty much an all time fan of the whole…..it was the best of times and it was the worst of times mentality.
My life seems to be one giant contradiction.
The best part of the day was Jon and I being able to stay in bed until almost 10am….and even better was that during that time, we were not negligent parents….or ya know….at least not much.
None of the 4 kids woke up until after 9am…..HOW THE CRAP DOES THAT HAPPEN?
Now truthfully, the baby woke up at 6am, nursed and then went back to sleep, so we’re not talking miracles of all night hours, and HOURS or uninterrupted sleep, but seriously, this was pretty darn close.
Then we got up and after that incredibly slow start to the day we managed to make a small….pretty much minuscule…dent in the whole packing/moving situation. So minuscule that it’s almost not worth mentioning except for the fact that we got Jeremy’s room completely cleared out and the poor child is left with one box…yup, only 1 box of Lego to play with until we move.
I did manage to fold and sort through some of our Mt. Everest of laundry – I even vacuumed the carpet and cleaned the kitchen and even managed to put away all of the fruit and veggies that we bought.
So, even though it was not a great packing day, it was still a great “get on top of things” or better known as “attempt to claw your way out of the deep, dark, monstrosity of a hole that you been living in” day.
Jon’s parents come out to drop of Xani (She’s been out for her birthday shopping trip with Nana) and they stayed for a nice Canadian dinner of tortilla’s….cause we’re all patriotic like that….ya know, with the American and the New Zealand heritage shining through. Then they left and Jon took the kids out to our front patio to attempt to see the few fireworks that actually make it taller than the church down the block…..I nicely suggested that he take them over to a friend of ours house who live really close to the field where they set the fireworks off.
The kids freaked out so excited that they got to go….I’m not sure how excited Jon was, but he really does like fireworks…
Me? I’m indifferent. If we are there when they go off. Nice, but if you’ve seen them once, you’ve seen them and it really doesn’t do anything for me. So….I stayed home and caught up on a bit of work….totally sucks, eh? But it was necessary, if not so fun or holiday-ish.
And that was it. No fun parades attended, no partying with friends, no fun Canada day fairs or amusements parks or pancake breakfasts….just a boring day in the middle of the week that has TOTALLY screwed me up because it totally feels like a weekend and yet…I have to go into work tomorrow. What is up with that?
Oh well, one day and then a real weekend. YAHOO! And, guess what we’re doing tomorrow…we are signing the paperwork for our house with the notary. Tomorrow we sign our lives away. It’s so exciting.
We get legal possession on next Thursday and then the flooring should be finished NEXT weekend (my bro is working on it right now) and then we can be all moved in…sort of….we’re still working on all those details and how that’s all going to work….I’m so excited! EEEEEKKKK!
Although, I dying a little at the thought of cleaning almost 10 years of living out of this place…..hold me as I contemplate the sheer effort required to clean every little crevice and all the big walls and behind the stove and fridge…..you know, ll those fun places……Yuck!
So, what did you do for Canada Day or what are you doing for July 4th or if you’re not from Canada or the States…how was your week?
