Yay!!! Its December! I think this might be my favorite month of the year. Not just because of Christmas but because it seems to make the best in people come out. *well most people* lol We just put up our Christmas tree and lights around the house and to see the looks on my girls face was just so priceless. I wouldn't give that up for anything. They get so excited over the little things still, which I hear doesn't last too long so I'm taking advantage of it while I can. Here's a letter to Santa I thought I'd share with you all.
Dear Santa,
I've been a good mom all year. I've fed, cleaned, and cuddled my children on demand and visited the doctor's office more than my doctor. I was hoping you could spread my list out over several Christmases, since I had to write this letter with my daughter's red crayon on the back of a receipt in the laundry room between cycles, and who knows when I'll find anymore free time in the next 14 years.
Here's my Christmas wish(s):
I'd like a pair of legs that don't ache *in any color except purple, which I already have*, and arms that don't hurt or flap in the breeze, but are strong enough to pull my screaming child out of the candy aisle in the grocery store. I'd also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere in the fourth month of my pregnancy.
If you're hauling big-ticket items this year, I'd like fingerprint resistant windows and a radio that only plays adult music, a television that doesn't broadcast any programs containing talking animals, and a refrigerator with a secret compartment behind the crisper where I can hide to talk on the phone.
On the practical side, I could use a talking doll that says, "Yes, Mommy" to boost my parental confidence, along with two kids who don't fight and three pairs of jeans that will zip up without the use of power tools. I could also use a recording of monks chanting "Don't eat in the living room" and "Take your hands of your sister" because my voice seems to be just out of my children's hearing range and can only be heard by the cats.
If it's too late to find any of these products, I'd settle for enough time to brush my teeth and comb my hair in the same morning, or the luxury of eating food warmer than room temperature without it being served in a Styrofoam container. If you don't mind, I could also use a few Christmas miracles to brighten the holiday season. Would it be too much trouble to declare ketchup a vegetable? It would clear my conscience immensely. It would also be helpful if you could coerce my kids to help around the house without demanding payment as if they were the bosses of an organized crime family.
Well, Santa, the buzzer on the dryer is ringing and my daughter saw my feet under the laundry room door. I think she wants her crayon back. Have a safe trip, and remember to leave your wet boots by the door and come in and dry off so you don't catch a cold.
Help yourself to cookies on the table, but don't eat too many or leave crumbs on my clean carpet.
Yours always,
Cassie and Scarlett's Mommy
p.s. one more thing...you can cancel all my requests if you can keep my children young enough to believe in Santa for at least 6 more years :)...
