Today we went merrily sailing way, way passed that point. Everyone camped out at the table writing thank you notes and the boys worked on their 2 big homework assignments. One of those projects involved paper mache. Can you start to see our things, already a little messy because we've been home playing for 2 weeks? Now lighted coated in a gluey paste? Including Baby Sister's hair. Perfectly content, the girls opened a play restaurant in the kitchen. I think it was called "Chez Benign Neglect" because the entire floor of the kitchen was covered most of our pots and pans and serving utensils. All at once, it seemed that most every belonging we had was on the floor. Strewn all over our flat. It was as if the Christmas tree and every drawer and cabinet had held a contest to see which could make the biggest mess. It was a tie. We lost.
Then, racing the clock, we went our separate ways to the skateboard park and to get the all important snacks for a family New Year's Eve party. I'll leave it to you to guess who went which way. All around was evidence of our being stricken with acute onset hoarding. If I am brave enough, I'll add a picture of the mess. The skaters started out ahead of the shoppers. Because it was of critical importance, once the flat was cleared of most of the people, I got down to business. The business of making our January wreath. Because isn't it critically important to announce our new year's cheer with door decor?! Of course.
It should also be noted that I like order. I want the waste baskets emptied at least every day. Sometimes more often. I scrub bathrooms before we leave on a trip and feel best if clean clothes are all tucked away in their drawers then, too. I worry that someone will even once have to come into my unoccupied house and decide just what makes us all tick by the relative mess we leave in our wake. Pitiful but ridiculously true. When the police raid someone's house in the movies, I'm always yelling to the Mister, "SEE?! This is why you have to make the beds every day!" So today, it was all I could do not to park Big Sister in front of a library dvd and whirl around making order out of chaos.
But our new wreath was made and London awaited. Big Sister and I knew we'd be back before too long and exhilarated by the afternoon of skateboarding, others would be on hand to bring sense back to our home. So we left this note.
And what a joy it was to be with Big Sister solo. Made especially dear as we were bustling through our new city in the last hours of the year. Usually parked in the front seat of the stroller quietly observing, today she busily chatted, skipped and pushed her doll baby in a little stroller on and off buses and along the Marylebone High Street. We had a sweet afternoon out, enjoying each other and the New Year's Eve excitement. I honestly lost count of how many people talked to Big Sister about her baby. Our last stop was Waitrose which was only open a few more minutes and very crowded. A woman passed Big Sister and me and told me how lucky I was to have such a nice helper. I couldn't have agreed more.
The others had already started cleaning up and ordered the pizza for our party by the time we were home. After dinner and a movie, we started to undo our Christmas decor. We're thinking about waking the kids at 5 a.m. to watch the ball drop in Times Square. Just as long as they promise not to make a mess.