Everyone seemed to think that I was in a funk yesterday, I kind of was, see, I hate the rain. I know it washes the earth clean and all that, but, I hate grey cloudy foggy days where I can't see the street a mile down the road and all it does is rain. Today is threatening to be the same old same old, we'll see, however I will try to be in a better mood for you!
Soooo....let's see, what to blog about today...ummm.....I am trying to veer away from the dark and twisty here...give me a sec.....(ha ha ha, I kept trying to write sec and kept typing sex) LOL, maybe my mind was trying to tell me something right?
Here is what I have for all you party people out there, I call it
A Housewife's Christmas
Once upon a time, in a land near near your home, there lived a housewife. She loved her family very much, her 3 kids and her husband were her world; This is her story.
The snow was gently falling and the world was quiet and white. A white Christmas, she thought, what I always wanted! It is Christmas Eve and the family is preparing for their annual pilgrimage to the grandparents to open gifts....
They pile in the car...do you have the diapers she says to the hubby.....no, I thought you did he huffs and puffs....she gets out of the car, trudges through the snow, unlocks the door, pushes the dogs away and grabs the diapers she had set on the counter for her husband to grab, along with everything else he neglected to pick up; the sippy cup, change of clothes,cards for the family..etc.
They slowly make their way down the road, slowly being the operative word, see it's snowing...
Are we there yet? The oldest bellows. No she replies, sit back and relax it will be a little while because of the snow.
Are we there yet? The middle child questions. No, says the mother, it's snowing honey, we have to drive slow.
Why? asks the oldest. Because, if we don't we could have an accident, the roads are slippery.
Dad, watch out for that car! yells the oldest, the dad jumps in his seat from the sudden scream of the child. When you are sixteen you can drive, till then sit back and be quiet, I am trying to drive....
The baby cries, the middle cries,The oldest pouts....
Over the river and through the woods to Grandmother's house we go.....Not the picture in the song hugh?
They arrive, they open gifts, all is merry and bright....then it's time to leave....
The baby cries, she's overtired says the mother, yes says the grandmother, come to nanny precious, did they keep you out too late at night? The mother sighs....
The middle child is asleep on the couch, she refuses to move, hubby wraps her in a blanket and picks her up, grumbling about the child being too old to be carried...his back....I better not fall...blah blah blah.
The oldest....I don't wanna go yet! I want to stay here! No says the mother, tomorrow is christmas and you will see your grandparents in the morning. She hates the mother....surprise surprise....
Home at last. The youngest 2 are snug in their beds, The oldest refuses, she knows the secret of christmas and does not see why, at 11 at night, she needs to go to bed. Threats of no gifts are made, she grudgingly moves into bed, hubby brings the gifts up, grumbling all the way, Mother sets them just so, in piles by child, asthetically pleasing to the eye, Why? says the hubby, they don't care what it looks like, they don't even see it, yes they do she replies, they will remember coming down and seeing the tree, I do...don't you? No, he never remembers what she does because he was military and they didn't do things that way...blah blah blah...
Bedtime right? Nope, dishes, sweeping needles, water the tree, get the coffee ready, check batteries in camera, etc. etc.
Around 1 she hits the pillow, hubby snoring loudly and happily next to her. It's 3 before she falls asleep, pillow over her head.
The kids are up, it's like 6, the sun is not up, but they are...she runs down first, wanting pics of the kids as they see the tree, hubby is right, she does not think they see...
kids open gifts, she picks up paper and puts it in a trash bag, the dogs rip into it and sprall it over the house...damn dogs...she picks it up...hubby is playing with daughters remote controll truck, coffee...coffee... she finally gets some, kids refuse to leave gifts to get dressed, relatives come, she gets food on the table...the dogs steal some, stupid mutts...
When it is all said and done, and the kids are safely tucked in clutching their favorite gift tight, she sits back on the couch, it was a good christmas...they are truly blessed...what's that smell? Damn dogs....
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