I heard noises in the hall above as I was finishing my breakfast and thought ah, good, Jamie's woken up before I came to get him and that'll mean one fewer child to roust out of a sound sleep, which will save time. So I finished my last few bites and went upstairs and discovered that Katie had apparently translocated to the hallway, bedding and all. She must have woken up and decided to drag her duvet and pillow out into the hallway and make a bed for herself there, and there she was, all snuggled up. I wish I'd thought to get a photo.
Since I had today off, I'd expected it to be one of my easiest NaBloPoMo days, something to look forward to during all the days on which I struggled mightily to find time; if I could find time for the first twenty-nine, I'd be home free for the thirtieth. The strike, of course, put a crimp in that – Jamie's school was closed and, as our childminder was rather understandably not keen on having him dumped on her for the day, I had him at home. Fortunately the nursery, which Katie goes to on Mondays and Wednesdays, was still open, so at least I could get some stuff done while Jamie played on his computer, which was lucky as I'd planned today as the day of the Great Annual Clothes Swap-Over from the outgrown to the new ones, and they're both so obviously outgrowing their old stuff I didn't want to leave it any longer. So I've been sorting out what can be saved (of Jamie's clothes) or donated (of Katie's) and what should simply be culled, and getting the shop labels off the new ones to put them in the drawers. I haven't done all of it (still need to finish sorting through Jamie's saved hand-me-downs for age 4 – 5 to decide which ones to save for Katie) but have done the bulk of it, which is a major relief to have out of the way. I managed to read a couple of old journals from the Journal Backlog Pile as well, so, all in all, it has been a passingly productive day.
And, of course – holy cow – I've also completed NaBloPoMo. Bloody hell – I actually made it. Crack open the champagne, start the trumpet fanfares and drum rattles, bring on the dancing horses. Oh, yes, and remember to hit 'Publish' here so that I don't actually fall at the very last fence. Aaaaaaand… done. Goodnight, and wishing one and all a happy December.