Not the TV show. Our stuff.  I was reading Angel’s post today nodding my head over this part:

<<More and more pieces of our school routine come unglued and float off every day.  With the proliferation of all the great Advent posts — the crafts, the books, the activities — it can seem a little daunting to those of us who aren’t in a situation this Advent where we can do everything we want to, most of what we’d like to, or even sometimes a little of what we really think we need to do.  But learning pokes out of the cracks, like grass growing up through the sidewalk. >>

Oy vey.  So true! But around here it’s not just the routine floating off.  It’s our STUFF. While the cat’s away….

Allen went back to work today and I am officially downstairs.  Lucky me <g>.   Now I am face to face with the current lineup of missing items which looks something like this:

the camera – really, the camera, with dhs work memory card in it because mine had gone kaput right before Tess was born

a math book (never mind – make that two)

a library cd

7yo’s wallet

the old baby sling (with the good rings needed to finish the new baby sling)

16yo’s birth certificate.  He was born though, I can testify to it

my marbles……. Ok seriously though. How does this happen??  Even in the absence of excessive clutter we lose things. We keep St Anthony so busy that if he had a Divine retirement program he would likely disappear to a balmy section of heaven altogether. We have tapped him out!

Enough griping, I am hitting the couch again. Angel, I hear you girlfriend! Not getting to all the advent stuff around here either. And not some of the things I would consider essential – like finding all that stuff.  Or the laundry…… The candles on the wreath havent even been lit this year. But learning, like grass peeking through the sidewalk cracks, is happening.  They are still reading and doing math.(the ones who can locate their math books anyway)  Alannah has taken over cooking our meals. Asher is learning to milk the goats and take over for Allen in anticipation of next month’s travel schedule.  And I have learned how sweet it is to hear Moira croon to Tess, "You are such a beeee-U-tiful baby!" over and over again while I slowly and sometimes painfully get myself dressed and presentable in the mornings.  Life is good.