T'was a few nights before Chanukah and all through the house, No one was sleeping, and I really mean, nobody.
Why, oh why, won't these children just sleep? I love sleeping. I just really really love it. It used to be that my favorite thing was to climb into bed with clean fresh sheets, all showered and cozy with a good book and just read till it was time to go to sleep. Now I don't care if the sheets are clean, let alone if I have taken a shower. And I can't even keep my eyes open long enough to read a book, even if I had a book - which I don't, because I have been forbidden to go back to the library. In our world (and by that, I really mean Josh's world), over-due fees at the library are unaccepatble, young lady. And so I wait at the mailbox for Time magazine to come each Friday afternoon so I can hold it while I pass out on the couch after I light Shabbos candles.
So anyway, yeah, it's crunch time. And not as in "Hooray! It's crunch time. It must be time for a crunchy chocolate chip cookie." Although, if I was being honest, it's really always time for a cookie - crunchy, not crunchy, whatever. No, it's Chanukah crunch time. That so-much-pressure-to-buy-gifts-laden holiday will be here in less than 48 hours and I have almost nothing done. Well, nothing done in terms of gifts. That's tonight's project. Hopefully. If everyone goes to sleep on time.
Yesterday's project was a super-quicky and done with both girls (not by both, just with). For the past few years we have been lighting the menorahs on the windowsill in the dining room but this year, with two untrustworthy little people who will try and crawl, climb and/or throw themselves as close as possible to to the candles, we will not be doing that. So the windowsill is out.
So this year, we are moving the whole operation out to the enclosed porch. We'll put on coats and light in our lovely, yet sadly uninsulated porch. And so we need to set up a table out there and of course, that table needs a tablecloth. We don't want the table to get cold.
I moved things around in my tablecloth drawer, looking for an super-stained tablecloth that we could paint on. Sadly, none were stained badly enough that a well-placed serving dish or flower vase wouldn't fixed, so I couldn't use any of those. And then I saw a random white something wrapped in plastic on one of the shelves in the porch. Turns out it was a paper backed plastic dropcloth for painting. And it was still sealed. There was our new fancy menorah-table-cloth (?).
I cut out dreidels and a candle and flame from sponges and we dipped the sponges into purple, pink, green and orange paint. I did not pick the colors. We dipped, sponged and painted the heck out of that droptablecloth (?) and it came out pretty cute. And because we only use washable paint, it's ok that we did this on the dining room table. I hope. I haven't looked under the dreidel-cloth (?) yet. (Aaaargh, I can't decide what to call it.)
It did take a weirdly long time to dry, but maybe that's because it's so cold in the house.
Anyway, we (me) started hanging up all our last year's chanukah decorations last night. I'm so proud that, not only did I pack them away in a bin and put it in the basement, but that I actually made a note on the calendar as to where the bin could be found so that I would know for this year. Very unlike me. Once pictures are taken, I will share.