I thought I had it all under control, but apparently I forgot to put a whole bunch of people on my list. It’s not just for gifts, it’s those cards, those damned Christmas cards!
Don’t get me wrong, I love Christmas, it’s just the shopping I have difficulty with. And apparently I am especially challenged when it comes to making up a card list. This is the first year in a long time that I have summoned the mental planning and good intentions to send out cards. Usually I just tell people that I can’t get my shit together. This year, I’ve made the horrible mistake of stating confidently that I will be sending out cards (and our family photo which still hasn’t arrived yet) to one and all!
Now that I’m starting to get cards from my co-workers (I didn’t know we did that around here), I’ve come to the realization that I need to buy more cards. And I need to do it yesterday because as of next week, half the office is off.
What was I thinking! Next year I’m just going to keep my big fat mouth shut. Then, if I get the cards out, great! If not, well, at least I didn’t go around telling Christmas lies to everybody.
Last week was our annual parent/teacher meeting with my son’s grade one teacher. We had just gotten his report card the week before that, and no real surprises. He’s doing well in school, but has trouble focusing on his work and keeping his stuff contained – no surprises there.
We were very happy to hear what a great kid he is in class and how well behaved (yes I’m bragging) and how well he gets along with all of the other kids. We were also extremely pleased to hear that his best buddy at school is just as great a kid… it’s not always easy to tell with the stories the boy comes home with. His best bud in kindergarten at his old school was trouble with a capital “T,” not to mention annoying as all get out.
What we didn’t expect was the stuff he tells his teacher about the things that go on at home. When asked his favorite activity, he told his teacher it was “making weapons with his family.” Yep, we’re the family that builds bombs in the basement in our free time! Which makes me wonder, is that why none of the other parents make eye contact when I pick him up from after school care at the end of the day?
Just to clarify, the weapons are made out of Lego and do very little damage to anyone other than me, when I step on them.
With two kids who are less than 2 years apart, we’ve had to get serious about making “turn taking” a daily part of our lives. They take turns pushing buttons on the elevator, they take turns eating breakfast on the left or right stool at the counter, they take turns picking which exit to take out of our townhouse complex on the way to school, they take turns picking shows, and so on and so on.
They’ve gotten pretty good at the whole turn taking thing. Maybe a little too good. I have begun to notice an alarming pattern in their good/bad behavior.
Ideally, they should both be well behaved little angels at all times, or at least reasonably well behaved midgets, I’d be happy either way. But no, they have learned to take turns.
One misbehaves horrifically throughout the morning routine and the other one gives me hugs and kisses.
“I’m listening really good today, right mommy? Not like my little sister.”
“I love you mommy. I got ready all by myself. My big brother isn’t being very nice, right mommy?”
Maybe it’s not so bad. At least there’s usually one of them preventing me from completely losing it at any given time!