Saturday Night Blogging

This past week Erik has been working the 3pm to 1am shift at Enterprise.  This was also the week I decided to read the Silence of the Lambs.  Bad combination.  As a result I've been falling asleep on the couch every night with every light in the apartment on and moving to the bed after Erik gets home.  Also I'll only shower when Erik is here or it is still light outside.  It's a hugely pathetic, but I can't help it if I'm borderline afraid of the dark and my book had a scary shower murder.
On the plus side, Erik working until the middle of the night has meant he's been around during the day more than usual.  This week at work the parents were invited to come watch the kids dance and tumble, and Erik came and watched two of my preschool tumbling classes (one little girl asked if he was my dad).  It was fun to have him there, even though the kids were SO wild because all their moms were watching.  We've been practicing for Parent Day for several weeks now, but watching our performance, you wouldn't guess it. The lowest point was when one student insisted the only skill he could show was his "spiderman-super-jump-roll", closely followed by one boy pounding another student with a giant foam french fry when I was working with another student. Oh dear. 

With all this time to myself in the evenings, I've had lots of time to think about the important issue of Christmas decorations.  Christmas time makes me wish I were more crafty, and I've been wasting spending time checking out cute decorations I'd like to make (translation: cute decorations I'd like someone else to make for me that I will then take credit for for the next several years).  Here are a few of my favorites:

  

Someday I will have a big beautiful house that I will fill with elegant and classy Christmas decorations, but this year Erik is going to have to deal with my construction paper chains and  cardboard ginger bread houses.  I'm not sure he's as concerned as I am about the issue of our decorations as I am though.  A few weeks ago we had this exchange:

Me: Erik, you know how I'm a little bit crazy about Christmas, right?

Erik: Understatement of the decade

What a week.  We're hanging in there though.  Come visit us!