good reasons to get my stuff together

My Wish List

I’m almost back on track for getting into the spirit of the season. It’s really now or never.

Unless, I can trick my kids into thinking it’s only November.

I don’t think it’s going to work and I think I will blame that on the SOL’s. Or maybe Tiger Woods.

No, it’s definitely Jeff Dunham’s fault that I can’t put Christmas off for one more week. Which is one more reason to hate him but doesn’t solve my problem.

Because I don’t think they will believe that Santa lost his keys, “you know just like Mommy does every morning on the way to school. I’m sure he will be here any minute”  I have to get started on my Christmas shopping.

I’m at a total loss for what to get anybody this year. I think this means that everyone I know, including my kids, are spoiled rotten and have too much shit.

But it’s Christmas.  It’s a time for giving (or having a nervous breakdown when you try to make a “quick stop” for laundry detergent because you forgot that as far as charity and goodwill go all bets are off at Target in December.  There, and the Amazon page for Zhu Zhu pets, are proof enough for me of the Lord’s forgiveness.)

Maybe it would be easier to start with my own wish list.

Because I’m pretty certain that a 22 year old boy toy, who loves to do dishes and thinks that I am queen of the universe, thereby keeping respectfully quiet at all times, is not going to fit in my stocking (I’ve got a six-foot minimum. Beggars can be choosers. They can also spend Saturday nights eating dry cereal and dancing with their dog), I was still having trouble.

So I was back to blog stalking, where I came across Mim’s post about knitting her first pair of socks.  Mim has this great energy that will motivate anyone, so her blog seemed the perfect place to go for some holiday cheer. I also love her artwork (really if you ever talk to her, it is impossible not to love whatever she does).  It’s freezing here right now so not only did I want her to immediately make me five pairs of socks to wear right now but her cozy looking mitts led me to her etsy shop, Fritzi.

I am a child of the 80’s, so fingerless gloves are a must have accessory, but I have refrained from neon purple lace ones (the sacrifices I make to not embarrass my kids!).  Also, because I quit smoking this year and can finally keep a pair of gloves for more than a  week without them smelling like an ashtray I have decided to put these on my list.

practical rock star

I am also emailing the link to my kids Dad. I’m pretty easy to please but you only need so many keychains made by a three year old (I almost died in child birth, for God’s sake!) and I know I’m repeating myself but I quit smoking, so the traditional carton of cigarettes will not be there to fill my stocking. Santa can also cut down on the number of airplane bottles since there are no more holiday visits to the in-laws.

Cut down, not out. I still have to work.

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Thank You

In case you haven’t noticed I am a glass half empty kind of person.  In an effort to be more positive I have decided to start a gratitude journal. Every night I have been writing down all of the things I am thankfull for. I have decided that once a week I will share a few entries.

 

Thank you, to my next door neighbors miniture pinchers for reminding me, with their incessant yapping at 3 am, that I should get up early. I have lots of things to get done today, starting with picking up the poop their owner didn’t have time to get all week.
 
Thank you, to the woman in the blue mini van, who has stopped up traffic in the school parking lot every morning this week, for reminding me, no matter how easy they are to take care of, permed mullets are not flattering and are never making a comeback.
 
Thank you, to my sons daycare provider, who reminded me to always keep an extra set of clean clothes in his cubby, by putting him in lace trimmed capris complete with “cutie” spelled out in rhinestones across the butt.
 
Thank you, to the t-mobile customer service representative who reminded me that, while I am a valued customer, foul language and threats of bodily harm will not restore the contacts I lost in the danger/microsoft outage.  I also thank her for the reminder to “have a peachy day.”
 
Thank you, to my dog for reminding  me I need to spice things up a little, by meticulously  fashioning every single pair of my underwear into sexy crotchless ones.  It’s just not something I would have taken the time to do for myself.
 

 

Thank you, to all of you for the helpful reminders.  Now not only is my glass half empty, but it is in little tiny shards all over the floor and I have red wine stains to get out of the carpet.

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24 Hour Clothes

Jackson and I are not on speaking terms right now.  I am really lucky to be able to spend a lot more time with my kids than the average working mom which I really think they should appreciate more. Addressing me as “Big Mama” and telling me that my mustache looks nice are not appropriate ways to show that appreciation.  And since when does my three year old tell me what to wear to pick him up from school?!

Last night, just as I was drifting off to sleep, he creeped into my room,  but instead of his usual top of his lungs request of water or to go potty or anything that would drag me out of my incredibly comfortable bed as soon as I close my eyes, he got distracted.

“You not going to sleep, Mommy” he said. 

“Ummm..yes I am, Jackson, go back to bed.” 

“You don’t got ‘jamas on.”

“Yes I do.  See!”  and I pulled back the covers to reveal what my sister once called my “24 hour clothes.”  This is where, I guess, it starts to get confusing for a kid.

In utter disgust he exclaimed, “But you weared that at my school!”   While it isn’t something I’m proud of it’s something I’m telling myself all Moms go through at some point.  I shower daily but lately that’s about the extent of it. 

I suppose I can try to spend a little extra time in the morning  for my baby boy.

Also it would be a wonderful service to the woman at after school pick up, because if she greets me one more time with “Did you just wake up?” she’s moving right to the top of my list.

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Math Lesson

(Taco bell Blackjack Taco × Fast food heaven = “retaining fluid” don’t laugh!) + Having to wear all black to work + Refusal to buy bigger “fat clothes” = Two presentable work outfits ÷ (Putting off doing the laundry until absolutely necessary + Stupid washing machine flooding my kitchen × Again!) = Mad dash to apartment complex laundry room + ill-fitting tank top – bra = right boob totally exposed × laundry room right next to high school bus stop =  Most popular single Mom in the barrio.

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