Sugar Cookies & Second Shift Blues.
Aren’t they just gorgeous?
I feel like I need to declutter before Christmas hits us.
The rooms in my house are so small. We have a lot of big toys…like a kitchen center, the awesome wooden rocking boat, a school bus/slide thing, a rocking doggy. The girls play with those things all the time. There’s nothing I can really get rid of that won’t be sorely missed, you know? If we had a basement we could just put some things down there, but we don’t.
It frustrates me.
We are blessed to own a house (well, we work hard for it) and to own nice toys. (Most of which were either free or gifts!) So I really shouldn’t complain about it.
I just hate feeling bogged down by stuff!
Less is more, or is it? I mean the girls play with those things and have tons of fun all day long!
Maybe I should just try not to think about it. I have things put away in those big storage totes, but I have no where to store the tubs themselves. Our closets are too small to fit them. Go figure.
In an effort to avoid thinking about it, I decluttered my laundry room today. (It’s actually a laundry closet.) I cleaned off the shelves and now we can see the top of the dryer again. Woohoo!
I was able to put away a bunch of small kitchen things, like the toaster and my stand mixer, and the coffee maker too. That way when we use them we can just pull them out. There’s so much space on the counters now. Wonderful. I like open spaces. Living in a house with tiny rooms has been hard for me to adjust to.
Right now the dishes are overflowing in the sink, just from today…I did them last night. There are four baskets of laundry to fold and more laundry in the washing machine and the dryer.
Why am I sitting here? Because I’m tired. My eyes are crossing. I’m just going to go to bed in a second.
I hate leaving stuff to face in the morning, but oh well. Such is life, right?
I’m putting off for tomorrow what could get done today because I am tired. Take that, stupid quotes.
I sometimes dream that my husband would be home at night and he would help clean up after supper, give the girls a bath, then help me get them in bed. We’d watch mindless TV together while talking about our day and folding up some laundry, or he’d help me do the dishes.
Instead he is awake for a few hours in the mid day–long enough to use the bathroom, shower, and maybe eat with us. Then he leaves for work a little after three in the afternoon and comes back home at four or five in the morning, occasionally not until 6.
I swear those have to be the worst working hours EVER. If Rosie went to school she would only see him on the weekends!
I always took for granted the hours we got to spend together in the evenings. Even if he had to go to bed early to get up for first shift he was at least HERE. I don’t like sleeping alone. Being alone at night makes me really anxious. Not so much about intruders…just anxious in general…
It leaves me always alone to do everything–all three meals, homeschooling, playing with the kids, chores, and so on.
It’s not that I can’t do it by myself. It’s more the loneliness of not having anyone else to talk to besides little kids. I also can’t go to any girls nights out or run errands alone, or anything like that. (No my parents or sister can’t watch the kids…they are the busiest people I know.)
Plus the one to two nights we have alone every week are treasured time we get to spend together. Other people don’t seem to understand why we don’t want to go out separately on the weekend–Tyler with his friends or me with mine. (Not that we really have that many friends, but you know.) We barely have any time alone without the kids to just talk with each other. We can’t afford to waste it.
There’s no chance of him being switched to first shift anytime in the next ten years. It’s the way the factory works. Everyone knows second shift sucks. You have to gain a lot of seniority to work first shift. Anytime he moves up in position he will be bumped to the bottom of the seniority ladder again too…hard to escape the second shift blues.
He has Friday the 23rd through January 3rd off of work for the holidays. Paid vacation time. I CAN’T WAIT! The factory shuts down then.
The only depressing part is that this is the last vacation time he has until the end of May when they are closed for one day. (He works at a Toyota factory, for those who don’t know.) From January through May is four long months. Every other week is a six day week until March too. He has three vacation days he can use sometime between now and October, however he has to find an opening in the schedule to use them and the workers ahead of him in rank are all hired on. (You have to be a temp for three years, Tyler is on his third year.) The workers who are hired on and have seniority get way more days off and can schedule theirs first, leaving few openings on the calendar. For example every Friday and Monday for next year are taken so Tyler would never be able to have a three day weekend with one of his vacation days. He also gets no sick days, so if he’s sick he can take vacation pay and use one of his days, but they severely frown upon calling in so he has to be careful.
Enough of that.
Really fast here are a few pictures from the sugar cookies we made this afternoon:
(Ada has awesome bed head.)
Stealing bites of dough!
Ada took the cookie cutters and put the star on top of the tree.
My little helper was helping waaay too much.
Rosie was in charge of putting on the sprinkles.
It was a very serious job.
We only got through 1/3rd of the dough today! Lots more to do tomorrow. Tyler is going to take some to work.
I kept telling Rosie to go light on the colored sugar, but she couldn’t seem to grasp that concept.
Yes, that’s a ghost. Ghost of Christmas past!
I have no explanation for the six bats Rosie made, or the pumpkin.
There are no after baking pictures. Maybe tomorrow when we do the rest.
Hmm. I think I need to eat another cookie, and then I’m going to bed.
Fingers crossed Ada doesn’t toss and turn all night.
Oh, by the way, here’s the sugar cookie recipe. It’s a family recipe–my family has made these every year for multiple generations!
They are super easy to make.
Chill the dough for at least two hours, I do it overnight wrapped in plastic wrap tightly so it doesn’t try out. It can also sit in the fridge for a few days.
If the dough is too warm it makes the cookies fall apart when you try to use the cookie cutters on it.
Roll them out–thicker for chewy soft cookies, thinner for crispy ones. Add sprinkles or sugar/cinnamon. Bake. You know they are done when the edges are barely golden.
(I made 4x the recipe this year.)