We've gotten a lot of those glowing Christmas letters where families lives are perfect.
Our life is ... well, it is just quirky.
Our older kids have gotten in to a bad habit of coming in for late night chats around 11:30 - just as we are falling asleep. This happened last night - and the teenager left around 12:30.
Then I woke up at 6 a.m. - against my will. The eczema on my hands was killing me - I must have ate something that is verbotten yesterday. I could feel my cold was now in full force and my sensitive stomach was being sensitive. (I'll let you read into that). I had to get some routine blood tests done so got up & did it. I was very fortunate not to slip on black ice. I then went to the post office & faxed something to Revenue Canada they asked for in November. I also had to courier a form to our insurance company that is due tomorrow - batting my eyelashes at the postman to RUSH it.
By 10 a.m. I was exhausted. I read the Bible to the boys & asked them to do some printing work - realizing this was necessary when Matt signed his name on his health card as Matt Adardanel. Hmm. Should I mention that he is 12 this month? I went to register them for swimming lessons which I thought started in two weeks but actually start this week. The class I wanted was full. I then went to lie in my bed when Sam called me.
He was in his bed crying, complaining that he couldn't print. He was holding up a sign that said,
"I don't deserve to live."
It was VERY neatly printed.
Lest you feel sorry for me I anticipated the full force of the cold & cooked all day yesterday. I think I can get through the next few days heating up things in the microwave.
Hurrah. Life isn't really that bad.
4 comments:
Oh Barb! If it's any consolation, you've made me feel much better about not being the only person whose children write pathetic notecards about their emotional states, to hold up when asked what's wrong. In early December I found a tiny note from my 8 year-old, stuck to my laptop, which read, "Have you forgotten about mii?" Apparently I hadn't asked him what he wanted for Christmas and he didn't know what he wanted himself and he thought I just wouldn't get him anything. Yes, he spells "me" "m-i-is; "we" is also "wii" as often as not.
Wow. Your name is not Barb. I feel like a bit of a fool. I think I need a card.
Hey Marsha, I linked to your post. http://deweystreehouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-bout-everybody-send-marsha-some.html
Make hay while the sun shines...................................................
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