Things just didn't work out like that this year and slowly but surely, I've felt like I'm falling behind. So much to do, never enough hours in the day to do it, especially since I'm trying to maintain some modicum of normalcy in dealing with mundane things like meal prep and exercise.
I did manage to get inside and outside decorations out over the Thanksgiving weekend but that still left the tree and shopping and baking and so much to do. I knew this weekend was going to be NUTS.
If I've learned anything at all, I've learned I've got to get my exercise on first thing, otherwise it gets put off and off and off until I don't do it. So I hit the sack early Friday night because Mr. Helen said he wanted to be out of the house early to go get our tree. That was fine with me because I had a to do list a mile long.
Speaking of which, I have decided I definitely need a wife:
Mr. Helen's "To Do List"
Find Christmas Tree
Cut Christmas Tree Down
Put Lights on Christmas Tree
Got to work on Sunday
My "To Do List"
Get in a run
Meal Plan for Week
Cook Dinner Saturday
Get as much Christmas gift shopping as possible done for Mr. Helen and Little Helen
Wrap Mr. Helen's gifts on Sunday when he was at work
Do some food prep for the week
Cook Dinner on Sunday
So I get up Saturday morning and it was a whole 33 degrees with breezes of 10-20 mph which made the wind chill 26, thank you very much. The thing is, if you have just the right gear and you keep moving, cold weather running can actually be OK. It was the perfect excuse to pull out my new running glove/mittens. Take a look:
So all bundled up, off I went and got in a 5.5 mile run at the fastest pace I've run in a good long while. Like I said, it helps to keep moving when the wind chill is like that.
Got home, got cleaned up and ate some yummy pumpkin pancakes:
Then we took off to find our perfect tree. We always go to a tree farm and get a fresh tree. Really, I think we're at the point of changing to aritifical but Little Helen keeps threatening that if we do that, she'll buy a fresh one when she arrives home and put her own up. Since she doesn't set up a tree at home, we indulge her.
We decided instead of going to our normal tree farm we'd try another that was ony about 10 minutes from the house. I was a little taken aback at first because it didn't have the same atmosphere as our usual place, but to save the drive and fuel we took a look around. It turned out the cut your own section was so picked over we couldn't find anything. We looked at their pre-cut trees but Mr. Helen could tell I was going to whine if we bought one so we got back in the truck and took off for our usual place which is another 25 minutes away. When we got there, I was so happy! Santa!
We grabbed a saw and took off for the Firs, which is my favorite sort of tree:
Finally, after looking at "hundreds" (according to Mr.