Today was not the best day ever. Parts of it were good. Some parts were very good. But it was kind of like a Polly Pocket gift set. THERE WERE TOO MANY PARTS. Between the hours of 5:30am and 7:30pm, I spent around 20 minutes total at home. Most of the rest of the time I had the kids with me, eating meals in the car and beggin for scraps from the Costco sample people. I did a BlogHer conference call while driving and supervising the younger siblings at preschool with my cell phone on mute…I hope…I haven’t tested that functionality before.
We didn’t even get to finish decorating for Christmas, although I did start yesterday and it is looking AWESOME! Thanks to everyone for your support of my Costco-induced insanity and to Jen for being honest. Is it just me or do you all want the jiggly snowmen so much you may sell a lock of your hair to buy them? (I’m sorry they don’t have a picture on their website, but they are snowmen made out of some sort of gelatinous goo with a light inside and they have a motion detector and they bounce and sing when someone walks past and Magoo shrieks with glee and tries to throw his body from the cart in a fit of ecstasy.)
This morning I was flipping through the Old Testament at around 6:30am because, who isn’t? I randomly opened to a passage in Isaiah that reads:
For unto us a Child is born, unto us a Son is given, and the government shall be upon His shoulder, and His Name shall be called Wonderful, Counselor, The Mighty God, The Everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace. [Isaiah 9:6]
Which I totally took as a sign because… hello… I think you know where I’m going with this. Isaiah was totally plagiarizing from Handel’s Messiah and although I do not condone plagiarism, I do think it gives me license to let the merriness commence. It’s like I opened the scriptures and God said, “Go forth with the tunes.”
The children whaled off and on all day, spilled large amounts of liquid on themselves, booped at inopportune moments and slammed their heads into walls for no apparent reason. I am TIRED. Can. You. Tell? (I know I spelt “wailed” wrong, but isn’t it so much more of an interesting story that way?)
But everything turned out okay in the end thanks to my brother Mike. Turn your sound on and go play along. It can turn out to be a good day for you too.
reasons: the sippy cup that didn’t leak, piles of leaves, cinnamon sticks, fluffy socks