Well, it is official — everyone in the family is sick on Thanksgiving. So, instead of spending the day driving, visiting, and driving again, we decided on a quiet, pajama-garbed, t.v.-filled day (or days, depending on how the family cold progresses) of household puttering. There is, of course, a limit to how much can get done with two kids underfoot (or, in the little monkey’s case, on back), but we’ll see what we can manage.
V has already replaced our old, acceptably-attractive-but-suddenly-leaking kitchen faucet with a NEW, way cool number with a built-in soap dispenser and weighted retracting sprayer head. Yay for no more plastic dish soap bottles out on the counter!
Additionally, I decided that perhaps we should get rid of our old, glass-topped wrought-iron-based dining room table and chair set (lovely, but completely impractical for a house with two kids) to free up floor space. The table tends to be a clutter-magnet, and we have a perfectly serviceable elevated bar that wraps around the kitchen where we can all sit and enjoy meals together . . . so, the table is going downstairs for awhile to see if we can manage without it.
There’s artwork that has been sitting around in various boxes in the garage since we moved in a year ago. Up on the walls now, though.
Yet another load of diapers is spining away in the dryer, which is such an everyday occurrence that it really is hardly worth mentioning here . . . except that it beefs up my list of things we got done today, so I’m putting it in.
That’s about it, though; moved some furniture to the garage, brought up and unpacked some boxes, mounted some artwork on the walls, and the faucet install (thanks, V!). Leftover turkey soup from the freezer for dinner, so that no one had to spend much time in the kitchen and we still got our “Thanksgiving” feel. Still, a day well spent.
Now the little monkey is crashed out and the big monkey is, as always, resisting mightily. Better go rescue Papa Bear before he falls asleep in her bed.