I Could Write a Book

    It’s Christmas ! It’s Christmas! Merry Christmas, everyone.

   I peeked out under the tree a few minutes ago and Santa has already come. Go Santa. The stockings are filled. The presents are out. The children are sleeping. Now, it’s mommy’s turn to sleep.

   I hope Santa visited you. I’m sure he did. I know you all believe. He comes to the houses where you believe. I’ve never stopped believing. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. (Still haven’t figured out how to explain the pointy ears on the elves, though)

   Merry, merry Christmas. May you have a wonderful day.

Merry Christmas Eve to all. It is finally here. The big night. The night where we see if the children have been good enough over the past year to have Santa visit. Now, with my children, there is no doubt in the world that Santa will visit. Considering they are such perfect angels. (snorts) lol. I’m pretty sure that they’ve been great kids and Santa might even leave a "Wii" for the boys. (That might be a gift disgused for mommy.) Christmas Eve is our busiest night of the year. Two gatherings down so far today with 3 more to go tonight before we come back home and put out cookies and milk and for Santa.

Even though I’ve still got the very bad "Christmas Crud" going on I am finally in the spirit. Took me a little while to get there. I’m there, though. That’s the best thing. My most stressful gathering of the season is over and I feel like I have a huge weight off of my shoulders now. Whew. What a relief. Now if I could only get the weight off of my chest. Whenever I cough, I sound like I have the "smoker’s cough". My ears are still stopped up. I haven’t been able to breathe out of my nose in DAYS. That is so freaking miserable. But again - compared to Saturday when I felt like I was dying - I’m doing so much better. I’m concerned that 2 out of the 3 kidlets might be catching my crud, though. Dang.

I’m taking a new "finger food" tonight. Asparagus rollups. So easy. So yummy. So addictive. I could eat them all day long. I think you might have to like asparagus to like these though.  

I honestly can’t believe that tonight is Christmas Eve. It seems like it takes forever for this night to get here and then "bam" it’s here and I almost have my CELL PHONE. My "iphone’ baby. hehe. Who wants a phone call once I get it activated and figured out ? Now, I guess Santa could be really mean and not bring me one. Talk about a disappointed grownup child. LOL. (I’d just go buy it the next day)

Well, I wanted to let everyone know that I did manage to live through the Christmas Crud and stress and all the preparations that go into getting this all done. I hope Santa is nice to all of you.

with love,
Merry Christmas Eve ! 

This is how Santa visits us in Louisiana :  

    Yesterday was a pretty low point in my marriage. I was completely frustrated, disappointed, hurt, angry, defeated, and on and on. Well, because of those emotions I pretty much ignored my husband the entire day. I didn’t lift a finger around the house. He obviously got the point about how upset I was.  With today being Father’s Day I had gone to a little effort and had him a few nice gifts. He loved everything. He was the last one to get out of bed this morning. He got to make the decision regarding what we did today and so forth. After our lunch at the club and me being pleasant to him, the guilt kicked in. On his side I should point out. He suggested that we start working on the room today and I asked "where do you want to start ?" He told me that today he was going to listen to his wife on that one. 8 hours later I am 75% done with rearranging the front 3 bedrooms. We started in J’s room and moved her bed to the other side of the room and then went to the boys room and began. He disassembled all the furniture and helped me moved the big pieces around. I’ve done everything, but he helped me where I needed it. I’m actually very thankful for his help today. It made up for how badly I felt towards him yesterday.

    I’m glad I was busy all day. It helped keep my mind off of my father. I miss him. I kept wanting to pick up the phone this morning and call him, but I’ve yet to find out the direct number to heaven.  I always think back to the last Father’s Day I spent with him. Ugh. I can’t even talk about the gift I got him. I think I must have been out of my mind. It was so sad that day knowing that that was the last Father’s Day I was going to be able to spend with him. I’m not sure if I even took pics that day. I am pretty sure I did. I think I know which ones they are. That was before digital pics for me. blah.

    Tomorrow starts Vacation Bible School. Yes, I’m teaching. LOL. Oh, if they only knew.  It’s going to be an interesting week. VBS all morning long. Exercise - when ? I promise I’m going to exercise at least 3 days this week. That is going to be a test. Cooking ought to be interesting, too. LOL. Santa still hasn’t delivered my maid or personal chef, yet. I’m guessing I was on the naughty list this year and no one had the heart to tell me.

    Sleep tight, all. I’m punch drunk.  Oh, I let the battery drain on my ipod and it unfroze and my computer recognized it. Hopefully, it will continue working.

I’m tired of the stress I have during the week because I’m worried about the laundry, the unmopped floors, the bathrooms that need scrubbing, etc. so I am going to do my absolute best to do the majority of that during the weekend. I want to have a week where I do not feel guilty for the days I don’t do anything other than workout. Somebody needs to remind me of this tomorrow when I don’t feel like doing anything.

Now, I know the above paragraph sounds good, but do you have any idea what my weekends are actually like ? LOL. This weekend we have one t-ball game, one baseball game, one hour of baseball photos, one hour long swim lesson, one Mass, one Cub Scout meeting and one birthday party. Add to the baseball games 45 minutes travel time each way, 30 minutes to the swim lesson, 20 to the birthday party each way, and on and on and on. Don’t forget how long it takes me to get myself and 3 kids dressed and ready to go to Mass on Sundays. No wonder I am so tired all the time. lol. I’m sorta busy. However, I am going to get things done this weekend. I am ! I’m actually doing laundry at the moment. That stuff is worse than bunnies when it comes to multiplying and Santa still hasn’t sent me a maid yet.

Tonight we had a family night. Tob has been begging to go eat sushi this week (that’s my boy) so we did. It is cute that the children actually have their favorite sushi restaurant. As Tob says, "the food is good there". cute. After dinner we went to see Shrek 3. Cute, cute movie. Not exactly what I was expecting, I honestly have no idea what I was expecting, but the kids had a blast. I can’t believe how much popcorn my children can eat. Amazes me.

I hope you all have a productive weekend. Enjoy some of it, too.

Adios amigo.  

    I just got home from having lunch with my mother and my daughter and my mother bought MY lunch. I think the last time my mother bought my lunch I was about 17 years old. So, if any of you notice a very sudden weather change now you know why. Lol. It’s funny, but it’s not. I’m laughing.

    Today is the big track day and I’m scrambling right now to get everything done. Of course, that is why I’m on the computer typing, because I don’t have enough to keep me busy. har har. While at dance lessons this morning (after tennis and world’s fastest shower) I sat down with my organizer and just literally started filling in the dates with everything we’ve got going on. Still no Santa in sight.

    Send some positive running thoughts to my eldest if you have any to spare. I’ve got to remember to take the asthma medicine with me. Just another thing I should have written down in my organizer.

   And incase any of you are wondering, I’m absolutely the happiest when I’m busy. Go figure.

Peace out.
 

Dear (adult) Santa,

    For Christmas (April 22, 2007) I want a maid who comes every week. I want a clothes folder so that I don’t have to fold this mountain of clothes. I want my own personal chef. I would really like it if he could come around 6am every morning. I know that may be hard for the elves to make, so if you can just get one to come from lunchtime on, that would be great. Oh, one requirement there, Santa, he must know how to make sushi.

    Maybe I should just make a list, Santa. I thought of some more things that I just really, really want this year. I’d like to have a driver for the kids. One who can pick them up whenever I can’t and if he can drive them to baseball practice, that would be swell.

    Oh, oh, oh, I just thought, maybe I could have a combo chef / personal trainer like Oprah. Santa, do the elves make those ? I really need one of those. Turning 40 this year has wrecked havoc on my body. My ankle injury may have had something to do with that. Speaking of that, Dear Santa, may I have my own MRI machine ? Could you throw in a Physical Therapist, too ? I really liked having one of those.

    And Santa, we all know that diamonds are a girl’s best friend. What about a tennis bracelet ? What about a tennis pro ? lol. If you don’t have any of those, I really, really need  (okay, want) a new racquet and some new workout clothes.

    Dear Santa, I’m an adult. I hope you don’t think I’ve asked for too much. I’ve seen kids around here get more than what I asked for on my list. I know I’m a bit early this year. I was thinking if you had any leftovers from this past Christmas that maybe you wouldn’t mind doing a special run with Rudolph one night.

Thanks a bunch, Santa. I promise (crosses fingers) that I’ve been a good girl.

xoxoxoxo