WOW! Has it really been almost 2 years! I guess I have just been more outspoken than normal and no longer need an outlet for my thoughts. However, life has been a whirlwind of drama and stress lately so I have a feeling we may start a new book called "How Not to Kill Your Parents"....but more on that later.
So it is Christmas time again. That delightful time of year when the children are filled with the excitement and wonder of the season. The time of year when elves and Santa manage this discipline so Mommy and Daddy have less to yell about. We are all in high spirits, smiling and reminiscing whilst we take out and place each decoration carefully and lovingly. As a family we peruse the various ads picking out gifts we know our loved ones will cherish for years to come.......sound like your house??
Let's be real here folks! While I love Christmas, it has turned into a ball of stress, flies by way to quickly and I am beginning to hate rec or rating. Yep that is all Nathan talks about rec or rating. He woke me up no less than 5 times Sunday morning starting at 6 AM to ask when we can rec or rate. This is after hours of rec or rating we did Saturday after driving back from RI where he "helped" rec or rate my in- law's house. When can you go in the attic Mommy? Where does this go Mommy? I want more rec or rations Mommy? Why don't I have more rec or rations for my room Mommy? Why can't we rec or rate more Mommy? Are you done with outside yet because I want to rec or rate inside again Mommy? Are there more boxes Mommy?
Put those questions on an infinite loop and you will wonder why I hide in the bathroom with the door locked for 20 minutes or so. Needless to say it is November 27, and my house is mostly decorated (minus the village and the tree). God HELP me when I run out of rec or rations because the tantrum that follows is likely going to be heard all the way in the Hills.
Yesterday we spent time rec or rating the fireplace mantle. I finally get the berries just right and move on to my snowmen....Nathan come walking in with the snowman from the mantle ....AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh
Then I hear, Mommy can you fix this...it wasn't an accident. I hesitate to correct him since this statement is usually accurate. PLUS Grandma and Grandpa will be living here over the holidays and we need to rec or rate for Grandma so she will be surprised. And Emma wants to know when we can make cookies.
So my fellow friends...how do you keep from killing your child......celebrate Hanukkah.
