A Mom's Letter to Santa

I've been really busy lately and haven't had time to post anything but I saw this and thought it was pretty funny. Parts of it really hit home.


Dear Santa,
I've been a good mom all year. I've fed, cleaned and cuddled my children on demand, visited the doctor's office more than my doctor and sold sixty-two cases of candy bars to raise money to plant a shade tree on the school playground. I was hoping you could spread my list out over several Christmases, since I had to write this letter with my son'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 18 years. Here are my Christmas wishes: 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 seventh month of my last 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 all the way up without the use of power tools. I could also use a recording of Tibetan monks chanting 'Don't eat in the living room' and 'Take your hands off your brother,' because my voice seems to be just out of my children's hearing range and can only be heard by the dog. 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 will clear my conscience immensely. It would be helpful if you could coerce my children 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 calling and my son saw my feet under the laundry room door. I think he wants his 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 cold. Help yourself to cookies on the table but don't eat too many or leave crumbs on the carpet.

Yours Always,MOM...

P.S. One more thing...you can cancel all my requests if you can keep my children young enough to believe in Santa

Enough already!

And they are home from school again today. Yes, we got a lot of snow so it makes sense. But it's getting old fast. I can't get anything done. I just got done shoveling the sidewalks and now I've sent Donovan out to do the driveway. It's good for him and it keeps him away from the girls. He and Paige spent all of yesterday and this morning fighting.

Seriously?

We're on our second snow day and it's not even Christmas. At this rate they won't be out of school until July. Right now Paige and Donovan are outside playing in all the snow. We got about 4 inches last night and they are predicting up to 7 more by morning. I hope we don't get that much, I'd really like them to go to school tomorrow.

It's been a while since I've had a chance to get on here. We've been busy! The weekend after Thanksgiving we had something going every day. We got up at 4 on Black Friday and did a lot of shopping. It was great having Kadey here to watch the kids so we could both go. I am amazed at how much we bought that day and confused as to how we still have so much shopping left to do.

On Dec. 4 we made a trip down to Lansing to see James baby #5. Little Harper is adorable! Holding her almost made me want another one. I just love newborns. I just remember my obnoxious 6 and 8 year olds and the feeling is gone again!

Last night Paige performed to Frosty the Snowman at their dance Christmas party. It's not a huge thing but she had fun. I was only going to take Paige because there are never enough seats but Tessa was crying because she wanted to go see the dancers. I ended up sitting on the wet floor with them but they were both very good and had fun watching the dances so it ended up being a nice night for us girls. I forgot to take the camera but she looked very cute and did a great job!