Well, the big day is tomorrow, and I can proudly say that we are very nearly sort of close to being ready. Almost. Heh.
Yesterday was a day of ups and downs, or perhaps I should say downs and ups. It began on a sour note with some bad news (not terrible death-and-diaster news, but definitely news I didn't want to hear), and then got a lot better. Weirdly, things started improving after I bought a gift card for a mentally ill homeless lady I saw hanging out at Starbucks, so maybe what they say about karma is true. Merry Christmas, lady, wherever you are. I hope the coffee kept you warm last night.
I had the day off, so in the afternoon I went to help Pete with his regular work in G's classroom, and also to pass out the gifts I'd put together for the kids (miniature stockings stuffed with candy canes, chocolate and glittery gold and silver pencils). When we got home, I slept on the couch for a couple of hours -- I'd lain awake from two a.m. till five a.m. that morning -- and then took G out to pick up some food. After an early dinner, she and P went over to his mother's house, and she played with another kid there while I wrapped every single one of the gifts we've bought so far -- about twenty of them in two hours. I put on Fellowship of the Ring for entertainment toward the end of the wrapping marathon, so when P and G came back (right at the point where Frodo gets stabbed with the poison dagger), we all finished watching it together, with popcorn and chocolate and apple slices for snacks.
This morning, I made royal icing so G and I could repair our wrecked gingerbread house. The icing that came with the kit we bought didn't do a very good job of gluing the roof on, and both slabs ended up sliding off. The poor house looked as if it had been hit by a tornado, with the inside exposed and the gingerbread people standing there in the yard with their arms thrown up in shock and alarm. Unfortunately, the icing I made came out pale yellow because I had to use Egg Beaters instead of real egg whites, so now the roof is on, and there's a front path, but it looks like a dog peed in the snow. Well, better luck next year.
After the gingerbread debacle, we went to Old Navy to pick up a couple of last-minute presents, and then had a very traditional Christmas Eve lunch of chow mein and tofu from Pick Up Stix. Next on our agenda: exchange gifts with G's friend A. next door, go to her hair appointment at 4:00, and then head over to the relatives' house for some festivity. G wants to watch the next Lord of the Rings movie in the series when we get home, which is fine with me. Somehow those movies have become Christmas movies in my head, thanks to the time of year they were originally released. Nothing says Christmas like sweaty, stubbly men with swords, eh?