Of course he does
He wakes me up after four hours of sleep this morning and then he falls sound asleep at 6:00pm.
I didn’t Photoshop those bags under my eyes for effect. Those are real.
My idea of what an enjoyable morning would be like after only four hours of sleep. (you know, other than still being ASLEEP, which would be my first choice)
Versus my children’s idea of an enjoyable morning under the same circumstances.
Dear 2012,
I’m ready for you.
But let’s spend today in quiet contemplation. I had a few too many last night ushering you in.
Shhhhhh.
If only these two believed in sleeping past 7am and being quiet. And sweet Jesus who brought noisemakers home from the party last night?!?
My 12 year old is playing on a team that is going to a tournament at the end of January. All the kids are excited because there is nothing more that they love in this world than staying at a budget chain hotel that has a breakfast buffet. I wish I were joking.
It rained all last week, so this week they practiced at an indoor field. I could make a joke about Texans being wimpy about inclement weather, but I am sitting outside in shorts and a tank top in December. I am one of the wimps.
I feel like this week we can finally enjoy everything about the holidays. No rushing to buy presents. No wrapping things. No prep work. There is nothing that has to be done.
The kids have all new toys to fight over play with.
My daughter got one of those potholder looms. When my 15 year old son was about this same age he became obsessed with making potholders. Every single person we knew was given a potholder or twenty from him. One day I was making dinner and went to grab a pot holder out of the drawer and there was only a neat little stack of his homemade potholders. He had decided that I no longer needed any of those other ones and threw them all away.
To this day I have never bought new ones and I continue to use his little woven ones, cursing frequently when I burn my hands. Now that is love.
My daughter also got a donut maker. Which really is just waffle maker with miniature donut shaped wells. She has made donuts every morning. Now we just need to figure out a recipe for her to make from scratch because the mix stuff she was using is disgusting, according to the children since I can’t eat it. Not so disgusting that they wouldn’t still eat it though. Because according to them, sugar sprinkled on the top makes anything palatable.
I think there might be a small child still lost among the paper…
Oh that Stalker Elf, taking a photo of Santa with my phone as Santa tries to sneak out of the house, up the chimneyless fireplace.
