Anyone else feel that way?
I blame a lot on the 6 1/2 month creation that is brewing in my pelvis, creating a brain freeze in my noggin', a side-cramp every time I roll over, and aches when I try to pick up the crumbs on the kitchen floor. (Is this a sign of aging?)
Or wait, maybe the exhaustion is from the fact that I'm trying to work full-time, support my hard-working hubby who is gone more than he's home, cook dinners that are more substantial than Jack's frozen pizza, keep up on the laundry (including Shout-ing out layers upon layers of rainbow Crayola marker from sleeves), and prep for the holidays. Anymore, holiday prep in itself includes more than just cutting down the Christmas tree.
Holiday prep with a six and almost-five-year-old is tricky! Between staying on budget, making sure everyone is (evenly) spoken for, and supplying gifts from St. Nick... God-forbid I can't forget to move "Odie" -- that's the Elf who showed up last year and has been a pain in my side ever since. Honestly, who invented this creature? When he forgets to travel back to the North Pole at night, I get the 3rd degree that I must have touched him and made him "lose his magic." Really?
I have enough trouble just trying to keep Santa's magic in our home. I understand Cade and Layna are far too young to give up on the idea of Santa being real, but let's be real... I've almost spilled the beans multiple times just this year. I can't just pick up stocking stuffers anymore when we're out and about, tags can't say the Gap, Dick's, or Target because they know those stores as places mom frequents. Shoot, the wrapping paper and handwriting even has to be different than mom's.
Is there a parenting class that I missed along the way on how to do this?
Maybe next year Odie will steal Barbie's convertible or take the Build-A-Bear on in a game of chess... but until then, we're keeping it simple.
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