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Decorating delights the children. They enjoy it so! I could never consider decorating without them. It might go quicker without them, but what are a few broken ornaments compared to the lifetime of memories I am creating with them?
Me
OH MY GOD HE'S TOUCHING THAT--
"Please stop touching that honey it's very old and special to Mommy! Have you finished putting all the ornaments on your tree? Because you can touch all of them and they're all out there by your tree and Mommy is just doing this tree in here so we can get the fragile ornaments out of the way and then we'll be able to reach the Batman ornament on the bottom-- yes, I promise you can put it on-- HANEY PLEASE STOP EATING THAT! What? No, not you -- Haney. The garland. She was eating the garland. GARLAND. It's that foil shiny green and red stuff. Yes, fine, you can decide where to put it but I can't help right now-- what was that?"
<Deep breath.>
"Did something break, honeys? Oh, that's too bad. That's Daddy's favorite ornament... just put all the pieces on the counter with the other broken ones. Maybe I can fix it... What? You're hungry? Oh, I don't want to make hot chocolate and cookies right now, I'm right in the middle of-- please stop crying! MOMMY CAN'T HANDLE THIS RIGHT NOW!"
I have taken so many deep breaths today, I am about to hyperventilate.
Also, Jason just texted a sad text of sadness, because everyone else got to leave work very early and have pizza for lunch, but because he is the second shift guy he missed the pizza party and has to work his whole shift. And he is sad and lonely and missing the delight of decorating with the children. :(
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Oh that is a sad text. After reading your post, I'm feeling guilty that we aren't decorating. Since we're spending the holiday elsewhere...it just doesn't make sense. But now I'm stealing away memories... Thanks Jen. =)
Inspired by your list yesterday, I took a nap.
OK that didn't really happen, but I wanted to and couldn't so instead I made Thanksgiving books for each of my kids to write/draw/collage about what they are grateful for. They SHOULD be grateful for me, because I went to the trouble and they all just poo-pooed them and now they are sitting on my dining room table, amidst all of their other SH*T, empty, forgotten, unused, discarded,...sad little empty gratitude books. "Ingratitude! thou marble-hearted fiend, / More hideous when thou show'st thee in a child / Than the sea-monster."
Hmph.
I'm glad I am not the only one who says "Mommy can't handle this right now!"
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