Another Saturday bites the dust, one less of my 4000 left.

( I’d been listening to a podcast, and one of the speakers has that as their website, which gave me a sad glimpse into how many Saturday’s I have left. Not nearly enough.)

So I made the most of this one.

I cleaned, cooked and laundried, made Christmas ornaments with all three children,

before eventually taking my 5&6 year olds out to Tommyk play.

(Little dude got to nap with daddy instead, as he’s taken to waking up at 4:30 lately. Little jerk.)

Anyway, the older two ran around happily for two hours before I attempted to fatten them up with McDonald’s, then we bought groceries to make Christmas cookies.

Apparently they are quite into counting, and when I called them monkey one and monkey two, the six year old informed the ladies at the cash,

“there’s five of us, you know.”

Mortified, I set them straight, and walked away.

I can hardly handle three littles, five would likely kill me.

I returned home with enough time to make peanut butter balls and kiss the kids goodnight before taking out my hacking husband for a low key movie date.

I’d wanted to see Murder on the Orient Express since the first time I’d seen the preview. I’d gone through an Agatha Christie phase almost twenty years ago, but the movie was well above my expectations.

It left me with questions of everyday morality,

about the degree to which we, as humans, decide what’s right or wrong.

What’s good or evil.

More than just sweeping landscapes and amazing actors,

I walked away thinking,

What would I do?

Which to me is the hallmark of a truly great movie.

Next on my list-

The greatest show in the world.

Maybe next Saturday.