I just wanted let you all know that I am taking a (short) leave of absence. I was feeling under the weather last Friday, and Saturday I was a lump. By Monday I felt almost normal again. Tuesday even better! By Wednesday night the whole left side of my face felt completely packed. Today(Thursday) I am at death's door. Or maybe it's at mine! All I know is, I haven't felt this crappy in a long time. I spent the day at my mom's and mostly slept. Thanks Mom. Now Rich is home and he is running the show. I shall return...as soon as I stop feeling like this.
Yesterday was one of my crazy non-stop days. It began with the normal stuff of getting the girls off to school. Normal is always good. I thrive on routine and normal. Well at least what I consider to be normal. But yesterday was no time to be normal. It was time to shop...again.
I had to start this adventure returning things. Yeah, already. I started at Kohl's. Who doesn't love Kohl's? Well after yesterday, I love them a little less. Case and point: The item returned was paid for in cash. I had the receipt. Sounds all good so far. I bought the item on Black Friday. On Black Friday, Kohl's offered $10 in Kohl's cash for every $50 spent. Sweet. My niece and I spent a combined total of $167 giving us $30 in Kohl's cash. When the cashier finished the return, she informed me I would receive $13.05 in Kohl's cash. "Excuse me? Come again?" She repeated that I would in fact be getting $13.05 in Kohl's cash because the Kohl's cash reward was activated. Well wait a minute here. I paid cash lady. I want cash back. I didn't ask for the Kohl's cash. You gave it to me. I read the receipt and it does stipulate that returns with Kohl's cash will be given back as such. I did my best to keep my quiet voice, tho I did say I didn't have to like the policy and that I was most definitely writing the company.
Since I was mad at Kohl's, we went to our next stop. Target. Where I had yet another return. This item was also bought on Black Friday, and like Kohl's Target offered $10 in gift cards for every $50 spent. So I was prepared for receiving another gift card. At least Target has more variety and better prices. I gave my return, and the nice young lady behind the counter handed me my CASH back! Thank you, Target. I think I will include this in my letter to Kohl's
Then it was Wal-Mart, which was a return and shopping. We shopped until it was time to eat. We stopped long enough to eat and then headed back home to pick up Ryan and relieve my sister. From there it was run here and run there until about 730. It was a long day indeed. So one would think I would pass out before my head even hit the pillow. Well almost. I remember my head hitting the pillow. And I did go to sleep until about 3:30 this morning. You know your mind can do funny things at that hour. One of which I didn't find at all funny. It wanted to play and run and be free. I think I mentioned this last week. That thing about too many brains. Yeah last night was like that. It was mostly Christmas related. And now today I have little or no brain power and my eyes are refusing to stay open. Should be an interesting day to say the least.
Before I get started, I have to whine a little. Every time I go on FB, Twitter(yes I finally caved) and here on Blogger I have to sign in! I check the "remember me" or "keep me logged in" boxes. They don't. They used to. Why have the option if it's not going to do it? I'm just sayin'! Okay...that's it.
Ten days. Ten very long days of hyper children. Ten very long days of "Is it Christmas today?" Ten very long days of "Can we open them now?" Ten days. Ten very short days to complete the list that every year I swear up and down I will have done sooner next year. And yet, here I am same as last year, and the year before that and the year before that panicking that I won't make it!
So what is on the agenda in the next ten days? Well there are 4 days of school left--yep just 4. Four days equals 3 nights of homework with restless children who would rather run around like the energizer bunny. I have to finish shopping. I have to wrap mountains of presents. I have to print and mail my yearly newsletter. Then there is candy making and cookie baking. Keeping the kids busy and frankly...out of my way. Oh and of course, I have to clean the house to perfection! *cough* Along with all my regular chores duties. So I don't know what it is that is bothering me. I have plenty of time right? Sure that silly Christmas chain count down we made mocks me every time I pass it. "You'll never make it!" I swear it gets shorter every time I see it. I have to count each link to be sure it is correct.
Now I know not everybody celebrates Christmas, but this time of year covers many holidays and has most of us running around like crazy people. Well crazier than normal anyway. As long as we remember what it is we are celebrating and why. As long as we don't take it too seriously. As long as we don't sweat the small stuff. As long as we remember to breathe, it will be a wonderful time.
What do you do for Christmas? For Hanukkah? For Kwanzaa? How do you prepare? Are you ready? Whatever you celebrate, I hope it is grand. And I hope you can keep your sanity level to at least normal.
Every Christmas since we had our first child, we go and see Santa and then take the kids shopping. Okay...so we didn't take the first one until she was at least a year old. And she didn't cry. Not one tear. She looked extremely worried, but she didn't cry. Her sister never cried either. Just went because her sister did. She is still like that. Well if she can do it, then I guess I can too. As long as the choices are good I'm okay with that. Then along came a boy.
This boy is a boy through and through. We have already suffered a chipped tooth, a broken nose, and a dive into a duck pond. Oh yeah, and there the was lesson about rocks and gravity. He will cause me a heart attack before I am 50, I am sure of it. Aside from his seemingly fearless attitude, he is quite afraid of strangers. This is good in most cases. I mean don't we tell our kids not to talk to strangers. Then on Halloween we dress them up and send them out begging for candy from people they don't know. Strangers. And then comes Christmas. We take our kids to see a very strange man whose face is obstructed by mounds of white facial hair. I think perhaps the best kids eye view of Santa is from A Christmas Story. "HO!HO!HO!" Most kids are pretty willing...most. Poor Santa. Then there are the screamers. Who do you feel more sorry for? Santa or the babies?
Ryan has gone to see Santa every year since birth. Yeah we took him at 2 months old, but that was only by default. He was blissfully unaware of the bearded stranger. My girls were blissfully engaged in a detailed conversation with him about their adventures and things they did at school. The following year....Ryan was well aware of this strange man who was most definitely not his mommy or his Daddy. Each year we hoped and he refused. Santa always understood.
Ryan was sooo excited to see Santa. He was jumping and running and dancing--literally--all over the house that day. He would ask me all day if it was time to go. Exasperated Patiently, I would remind him we would be going after dinner. It was raining. I swear it was raining when we went last year too. It doesn't rain much here so it is likely it really was. We couldn't have timed it any better. The line was short and we hardly had to wait at all. The second Ryan saw the big guy, he wanted me to hold him. I tried to coax him into at least looking at the guy. No go. The girls ran up to him and gave him a hug. They talked about school and what they wanted for Christmas. Santa talked to Ryan and laughed when he turned his head away. Well there is always next year.