Any major gift-giving occasion lasts longer than a day around here. With shipments coming in from Stew’s family, my family, Stew’s friends, and my friends, Christmas is about a month long. Take that, Hanukah! Your eight crazy nights are beat!
All this means that Kyle, while delighted by presents, is starting to expect them. He comes home from daycare saying “Can I open more presents?” And of course he opens not only his own but also his brother’s. I managed to save one for Brady to attack on his own.
We now have a mountain of boxes and shipping material in the garage that I am hoping to Freecycle rather than break them down and stuff them into our recycling bin. I am so swamped with everything that’s going on that I cannot handle one more chore. Yesterday I squeezed in lunch with a friend and former colleague who told me that his company is hiring and would I like to shoot my resume to him? I said “does wiping ass count as a skill? Because that is what I do. All. Day. Long.”
He doesn’t have children so I think he was grossed out. But his wife is 9 weeks pregnant, so it’s only a matter of time, buddy. Only a matter of time.
It’s too big!!! Waaah!
Blink and it will be too small!
I’m sure you have made ass-wiping skills. They’ve got to appreciate that.
What’s going to happen when the presents stop coming!?!?
I still need to give the boys their presents from Aunties Katie and Gina… and with my schedule, it might be Valentine’s day before that happens.
Brady is looking more and more like you every day!!