Babble on in Babylon

Complaining is bad, I know.  I do too much of it.

And I don’t really have anything to complain about, considering.

But my day just didn’t go like I wanted it to.  There’s so much to do before Christmas and it’s a little overwhelming.

It started with the Christmas cards I was going to get done.  I found 8-packs of photo holder cards at Michaels for a buck.  Very exciting, don’t you know, considering the same cards at Target cost $5 and up.

But then when I sat down this morning to start signing and stuffing and addressing I realized a serious problem.  The opening in the cards did not allow all 5 of our smiling faces to be displayed at one time.  I could either have 4 smiling faces and 1 hidden behind the card, or 3 smiling faces with half of the other 2 peeking out.  NOT satisfactory.  So I painstakingly cut out extra space in all the photo openings.

I mentioned as I cut that this was a difficult task.  E kindly pointed out that “everything is difficult.”  Thanks, E, for that little tidbit of wisdom.

Nothing else like that happened today, but somehow it all felt just as difficult.  B is in his tornado phase apparently.

There were two high points to the day.  One was stumbling across this clip from the Charlie Brown Christmas Special:

It hit a chord with me (pun intended) because it feels like I try to do so much for the boys, but they really don’t care unless it’s exactly the crummy old way they want it.  For instance they would entirely prefer a stupid “Lunchable ” (Lord how I hate those boxes) to a home-cooked meal.  It boggles the mind.  And I get no respect either, Mr. Dangerfield.

The second thing was that when I got home after taking the youngest two to get their hair cut, I discovered my sweet energy-conscious husband had plugged in all the Christmas lights on the house just for me.   Just so it would be nice and pretty when I pulled up.

It was a very sweet, much appreciated gesture.  When I came in here and sat down at the computer I realized why he might have been in such a generous mood.  Go Jackets!

So it turned out pretty ok.  Although it’s not entirely over yet.  There’s still the bedtime ordeal to be got through.  Maybe with a little help from my friend - the box of Pinot Noir I picked up.  (So much for “it’s just not necessary” huh?  More on that another day.)

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