I have done three very time-consuming freelance assignments. They were good experience, but not necessarily something I’d like to do long term. At this point in my “career” I feel like writing is writing, as long as I’m doing it.
Christmas was great. I had the two older kids (we always have M.), and we all went to my in-laws for dinner. It was very nice. My mother-in-law is a great cook, so dinner at her place is always a treat.
M. moved into a “big girl” bed yesterday. It’s actually a toddler bed, not a twin, but I like toddler beds even though they don’t last long. I know she’ll outgrow it a lot faster than she would a twin, and Chris thinks it’s a waste of money, but they’re lower to the ground and my kids have a tendency to fall out of bed. This morning M. fell asleep on the couch, and fell off. S. used to fall off ALL the time. Even H., who is usually pretty coordinated, used to fall out of bed. So I like having them a little closer to the ground until they get the hang of beds.
And, the highlight of my week, M. got sick last night and threw up all over the couch. Bad enough, but we have a couch that’s made in three separate sections and screwed together. She managed to throw up in between two sections, so it was all the way through the couch and onto the floor. There is just no good way to clean it completely except by taking the whole thing apart, but the couch is old and taking it apart would cause it to basically disintegrate. I spent 45 minutes or so cleaning is (and the floor underneath), but it still isn’t clean enough. I think we need a new couch.
So, if you haven’t guessed, my life ROCKS.