So, what happens when you miss 4 days of Advent?

The last few days have been a little hectic. On Friday I worked in the afternoon. Then on Saturday I worked from 8:30am until 11:30pm. On Sunday I worked in the evening, so Monday we finally gathered around the Advent wreath and did a lot of catch up. The problem with catching up is that the kids got to open four doors on the calendar. Inside each door were three pieces of candy and usually 3 small toys. I'm sitting at the computer typing this as Georgie zooms by screaming at the top of her lungs, quickly followed by Reagan growling and Kate jumping like a kangaroo. Then they come to an abrupt halt at the Christmas tree and turn around and reverse their direction to the back room. Now, I'm hearing Kate shouting, "Help! I can't get out!" and now Daddy growls and suddenly the girls are running around in the back room and Kate is no longer shouting help. Strange goings on in this household.

I did manage to figure out how to do roll-on texture all by myself. My first attempt was an abysmal failure, resulting in splotchy patches of texture. I discovered that it was because my mixture was too thin, so I took the joint compound and mixed it with a small amount of primer in a 3 to 1 ratio, and I now have a beautifully textured wall that is curing overnight before I put on a coat of paint. One wall down 5 more to go. Correction: 5 more that are waiting, there will be a lot more than just 5 walls requiring texture.

Reagan is getting excited about her birthday. She wanted a doll cake, and I fully intended to make it for her, but then my hours started to pick up at the rink, and I knew that I wouldn't have time, so we toddled on over to HEB and ordered a doll cake from there. I cringed at the price, but it was either that or nothing. I asked Reagan what else she wanted to eat at her birthday party and she said, "Peanut butter sandwiches, celery, broccoli and raisins." I guess I'm doing a good job with the vegetable training. A present from Auntie Emily arrived today for her, and Reagan proudly carried it all the way into the house. She was so "gecited!" I asked her what she thought was inside the box and she said, "A cake!" I guess that's what everyone is suppose to get her for her birthday.

Today, I realized that I didn't have my mom to make quiche for Christmas morning. What am I going to do? I actually had to BUY bacon, spinach, swiss cheese and half-n-half.