I sit by the kitchen table in our slightly messy dining room. Toys of all sorts cover the floor and the pillows from the couch have somehow ended up right next to them. I look at the pillow-less couch and the mess that is our living room. I feel like I should be bothered by the mess and feel an urge to clean. But I can’t feel anything but joy.
Markus and Erik are curled up on the only pillow left standing, a blanket covers their feet and they’re both caught up in whatever is on TV. They look tired, and happy. And I really can’t think of anything else important right in that moment. This is what Christmas is all about. A messy house and a happy family.
I woke up this morning after roughly 12 hours of sleep. Well needed. I was so tired yesterday when I put Erik to sleep, I knew at the moment I put my head on the pillow beside him that I wouldn’t get up again. Deciding to sleep when you know you have a hundred of things to do is not always easy. But I really think it does more good than bad. I woke up this morning with a slight cold, again. So this weekend will be used for recovery.
Only one more week until Christmas and I feel calm, even though I have plenty of things to do this week. We will celebrate Christmas here in Gällivare, one day at my parents’ house and one day at Markus’ parents. We will also be spending a lot of time outside in the snow, skiing and snowboarding and cooking over open fire. To us, that’s the best way to spend days off. Last year on Christmas Eve, we took a walk in the woods and stopped for hot chocolate and sandwiches. The best start to a holiday!
Last year on Christmas Eve. After a walk in the woods in heavy snowfall, Erik riding the snowracer and the dogs running around like crazy, we walked back to the car and drank hot chocolate while watching the snow fall.
