|Cookies. This is normal. I'm not a freak.|
It is days before Christmas.
No kid gifts bought. Well, unless you count a supa-cute Hunger Games bracelet i found on Etsy for my 12yr old.
I even hate the name.
I want it to be Betsy.
We are shopping Saturday. My stomach is in knots. KNOTS. Taking care of 5 kids, a husband, inlaws, random people in like a 4 hour window of time...that's going to be insane. Especially because i think you know even though this is planned so Mr. SWAT and i can go together, he is going to shop for our son, while i take on everyone else. And by the time i have finished everyone else, he will still be walking around shopping for son.
Much like wrapping presents night. When i wrap for everyone, stockings, blaa-blaa, and he wraps our son's presents and somehow runs out of tape and wrapping paper. It's amazing.
BUT we do this together. It's our thing. We literally put a sheet up in our livingroom like dorks (for when we wrap each other's stuff), and watch Die Hard. Yes. We do. While wrapping. And i do allllllll the girls, parents, and blaa-blaa. And he does son & me. In the time it takes me to wrap for roughly 40 people.
Now, i realize this is random. But after 3 days of baking cookies and feeling like i'm losing my MIND because of the almost 2yr old, this is about all i can muster. I also felt i deserved a rum and coke before dinner and after only consuming cookies today.
So here we are.
A BUTTLOAD of cookies though.
A toddler who won't get OFF me or OFF MY BOOBS.
I have my period.
My house is TRASHED.
Said toddler is literally pulling on my cardigan and screaming bloody murder as i type.
Someone is going to tell me to enjoy theses precious times.
I shall then tell you to enjoy my screaming toddler and please go ahead and try to boob feed her.
I have no funny stories.
No words of wisdom - not that you come here for that anyway.
Just a slightly buzzed Mommy.
Who is sorta stressed out.
Having spaghetti for dinner, water boiling in a pan that i used for quesidillas that i DID NOT WASH, so the pasta is happily dancing with random crumbs.
This is my life this evening.
Topped off with the cherry of, "we're going to Walmart with all 5 kids after dinner".
Be happy you're not me.
Or meet us at WallyWorld and we're tear it up.