Dec. 27

*Disclaimer* I wrote this this morning at the hospital - it made perfect sense then, obviously I was more tired than I thought...



The days of the week are getting all mixed up in the post-Christmas aftermath.
If it weren't for going to church yesterday, I would never have known it was Sunday.

It's my job to choose the hymns that are sung in Sacrament meeting, and I never quite know what to do with the week after Christmas.
I love Christmas music, and we only have four short weeks to sing it, but I'm always somewhat afraid of what the grumblers will say: "Christmas is over - move on already" I've tried it both ways, and it's a no win situation.
You just can't please everybody.

Since it was only the day after Christmas this time, I thought it would be OK.
Not only did we open and close with Christmas hymns, (Joy to the world, the Lord is come... that's appropriate, right?) - But I had the Primary children sing a couple of numbers too.
...Which they did really well, by the way. They were shy and pretty quiet, but they really sang together as a unit. It was sweet, and really beautiful.

...Anyway, I'm afraid it all fell flat for me yesterday. Maybe it was just me - so much has happened around here lately, it's been really hard to feel any Christmas joy amid all the hubbub.

Holiday meals have always been a big deal to me - I always want them to be exotic and beautifully spread, as if from the pages of Victoria magazine - when in truth, what my family prefers is much simpler fare, more like... Farmer's Almanac.

I'm thinking it's time to restructure my thinking about my traditions.
Plain old pancakes make my girlie's much happier than my fancy schmaltzy experimental recipes.
I'm not organized or forward thinking enough to pull off the big productions.
I'm no Martha Stewart, after all.
(...Then again, without her hoards of minions - neither is she.)

That's what I need. Minions.


I had planned to spend the day in creative pursuits today, but I forgot I was on nurse duty. Hubby had his knee scoped, and I was his designated driver.
No matter - time to think, read, (and even had a brief nap in the waiting room.)

He'll be laid up for at least three days - I've been ordered to go out and stock up on movies tomorrow.

Compulsory shopping. I'll try to deal.