"Only boring people are bored." That's the quip my mother used to blast me with every summer when I spent most of my day being bored and complaining loudly about it. Why, oh why did she have to give me the mother's curse? St. Nick has been flopping from one piece of furniture to the next, bored bored bored bored.
He wants to use the computer.
I want him to break his digital addiction.
I'm the parent. I need to win.
On another note, this is how my morning went with Mud Pie...
me: (taking her out of snowsuit) Do you want your shoes?
her: shoes! shoes!
me: (trying to put shoes on her)
me: ok, no shoes. I see.
her: SHOES SHOES SHOES!!!
me: you want your shoes?
her: shoes shoes.
me: (approaches with shoes)
her: shaking head "no" and WAAAHHHHHH!
me: (puts shoes away)
her: SHOES SHOES SHOES SHOES!!!!!
me: (approach again)
me: (backs away quickly)
me: (puts shoes on floor beside her) Here, shoes.
her: nononononononon! WAAAAHHHHH!
Wailing continued for several minutes while she thrashed on the floor. I at last picked her up (my shoulder is a dried snot slick now), "What is it, Baby?"
Gave her a banana, all is well. Still trying to connect this to shoes.
On the twelfth day of Christmas my sweeties gave to me...
Twelve complaints of schooling
Eleven books of reading
Ten "No-you-may-not-use-computer-right-now"'s a saying
Nine "Hang-up-your-coat-please" repeating
Eight days of coughing...
On the seventh day of Christmas...
Six squabbles settling
Five pizzas gluten free!
Four singing siblings
Three cup cakes...
On the sixth day of Christmas my household gave to me...
Six (ty) dollars fleeing (to the med center)
Five gallons of mucus!
Three dead mice (thank you, Oreo)
Two lost dice (again, thanks Oreo)
On the Fifth Day of Christmas my children gave to me...
Five hours of sleep!
Three states to see
Two (dozen) stops to pee
And not one place to eat gluten free.
On the Fourth Day of Christmas the hotel gave to me...
Four little fish
Three hot waffles
Two dirty looks...
On the third day of Christmas my children gave to me...
Three great hugs,
Two cuddle bugs,
And a visit with...
On the Second Day of Christmas my children gave to me...
Two nasty colds,
And a tin of magnetic poetry!
For those [one] individuals who actually read this, yes I'm doing the 12 Days of Christmas AFTER Christmas. Why? Because...
On the First Day of Christmas, my family gave to me...
A huge bag of trash by the tree!
Ps. Merry Christmas to all my beloveds. I am blessed beyond words and overflowing with ...
This year has not been easy. Every moment is packed with more than I can do...
We are waiting for you. Not patiently, even though you were due just a few days ago. Your grandparents come from out of town to take your big brothers out for malts and to the park, and to meet you. You have other plans.