I didn't make this. But it's super cute. So let's pretend I did...
A few years ago, I tried to do an Advent Calendar. I got as far as making the calendar - then completely forgot about it until about December 19th. This year I'd like to do something special every day for the 24 days before Christmas. I've been thinking a lot about this and have come up with some requirements for this adventure:
1. It has to be free or very cheap. I'm willing to spend a little money on a few things, but with everything else sucking the money out of our household right now - we really don't need any extra expenses!
2. It has to be Christmas-related. I started singing "Away in a Manger" to Riley the other day and he had no idea what I was talking about. Yikes. He goes to a Christian preschool and we've started regularly attending a church - but I can't expect other people to teach my kids about the true meaning of Christmas. I'd like to cover the whole gamut...the birth of Jesus, the importance of giving and thinking of others, and all the fun commercialized stuff too.
3. It has to be FUN. For both me and the kids. I adore my kids, but let's face it, they have the attention spans of squirrels on meth. And there are plenty of things I do everyday that are not so fun. So I'm thinking of short, fun things that we'll all enjoy.
I'm hoping some of these activities will really stick and become new traditions for my little family. Watch for the start of the 24 Days of Christmas soon - and join in with us!
Do you have any traditions you love? Any traditions you'd like to start with your family? What do you look forward to the most during this season?
This morning started out well. Coffee with friends, a relatively quiet trip through the grocery store with Grace, Diet Dr. Pepper Cherry for a really low price...and then I came home. And it's been,
"Quit screaming. Quit picking on your sister. Quit picking at your brother. Quit screaming. Don't jump on the furniture. Quit screaming. Don't unfold all the clean laundry. Quit Screaming. Where did all this mail come from? Quit screaming. Why isn't this dish detergent working and FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY IF YOU SCREAM AGAIN I AM GOING TO LOSE IT!"
Shirt (with incorrect grammar!) from zazzle.com
I've yelled. I've put the kids in timeout. A lot. I've spanked (And instantly hated that I did it). I feel like the slightest thing is going to push me over the edge. My nerves are beyond frayed and I'm not sure how to climb down from this.
The kids are in the tub so I'm going to sit, listen to some music and try to breathe. What do you do when you've had one of those days? What's your go-to calming technique?
**For the record, Jeff went to the movies with his sister for a much needed break. His job has been extremely stressful lately. So he didn't just sit like a lump and watch the shenanigans - he wasn't here. :-)**
***And the sucky dish detergent is Gain. Great laundry detergent, terrible dish detergent.***
The nurses let me know that the doctor had started the surgery and I was thankful that I couldn't feel a thing. Jeff was finally able to come in and they had him sit by my head. We nervously joked around a bit and I tried to imagine the doctors and nurses doing a choreographed number to Bohemian Rhapsody a' la Glee, but all that kept going through my head was a portion of a Veggie Tales song.
While they were pulling Grace out, there was an ENORMOUS amount of pressure on my chest. It got really hard to breathe - the nurses had warned me about this beforehand, otherwise I would have freaked out. It was like trying to get air through a coffee stirrer. It seemed to last forever because she didn't want to come out and was fighting the doctors. Suddenly the pressure stopped and I heard the doctor saying things like, "Suction! Meconium! Meconium!" It cracked me up at first because he essentially was yelling, "POOP! POOP!" and I have the sense of humor of a 13 year old boy. But then the anxiety set in. Why couldn't I hear her? Is it okay that she's pooping already? When can I see her and WHY CAN'T I HEAR HER?
Then I heard the sweetest sound - a high pitched squeal that sounded EXACTLY like the pig from the Geico commercials.
I had big plans of sitting down tonight and writing out all kinds of awesome blog posts to delight you with over the next few days. The hubster needed oil for his car so I saw a chance to go somewhere childless decided to do him a favor and headed to Wal-Mart. I'm driving down the road, jamming to NeedtoBreathe when BAM! (literally!) I. Hit. A. Deer. I was shaken but completely fine. The deer did not fair as well. And my car? Well, it's drivable, but I'll be adding "car repair" to the never ending list of things I need to do. Because I don't already have enough chaos in my life!
Don't mess with the Mighty B.
Oh, and Brenna swallowed a penny tonight. So for the next few days, changing her diaper will be like playing a slot machine...
I'm going to bed before anything else completely random happens to me! Less tragic posts soon, I promise!
This was especially funny to me today because I had just come back from taking Riley to preschool...wearing no makeup, in my pajamas, with an unwashed ponytail and baby puke on my shoulder. (I was looking HOTT!)
Mrs. Wright Gone Wrong is one of the many blogs I follow. My favorite thing about her blog is her "Dirty Little Secrets". With my laundry pile getting higher and my energy and patience getting lower, I decided to share a few of my own dirty little secrets.
Right now there is a pile of clean laundry in the chair, another on my bed and two baskets of laundry in my bedroom. I can wash and dry, but cannot muster the will to fold and put away.
On Monday, I mopped my kitchen floor for the first time in at least two months. It looks so nice I may just do it again this month. Maybe.
Although I shower everyday, my hair gets shampooed maybe twice a week. I'm using the excuse that I've heard it's healthier to not wash curly hair often, but actually my shower time is about five seconds before the baby starts screaming again, so I wash the parts that count and jump out.
On that same note, I've designated the beginning of the week as "Shave your Legs Sunday" because that's the only day I have time.
Brenna peed on our couch last week. I washed and dried the cushion cover and it's been sitting in a heap on top of the cushions ever since. Hasn't made it on the actual cushions yet.
I know mom's are suppose to be all sentimental about their children, but more than once last week I thought, "'You're gonna miss this' my ass - this part of parenting sucks!"
I've tried to work on my cussing and thought I was getting better until Brenna called me a "Little Shit" the other day.
I should really go to the grocery store tomorrow, but even the thought of that exhausts me. So after I finish this, I'm going to google a recipe that I can make with what I've got in my fridge - eggs, Miracle Whip and Jell-o.
Ugh, I think I've made myself look bad enough for now. If you've read this and now feel like a Super Woman because you don't have these dirty secrets, then my job here is done. :-)
On a good note, my kids are bathed, have clean clothes to wear tomorrow, and clean dishes to eat breakfast on. I just hope they are in the mood for mommy's Miracle Egg Jell-o Surprise.