I’m lame.
I always think I’m on the ball and ready for whatever’s on the agenda, and then I realize I forgot to buy envelopes for our Christmas cards, I’m out of tissue paper to go in the teacher’s gift bags, and I was supposed to cut up a big square of fleece so Mallory can turn it into a tie blanket at Girl Scouts. Gah! Santa, for Christmas this year I want a special day-timer that slaps me upside the head every 46 minutes and says, “Get off your ass! You need to brown the meat for dinner and put the clothes in the dryer!” That would be very helpful. Please and thank you.
In other news, my nephew Casey spent several months in South America, bumming around with a friend of his and taking amazing pictures of the scenery (and women.) He just got back into town a couple of nights ago and the kids and I went to see him last night. Gosh, we’ve missed that kid! Not that we would have seen him more often than we did if he hadn’t left town, but he just seemed so inaccessible and FAR away when I knew he was in Argentina! I’m so glad he’s going to be home for Christmas and get to spend time with his family.
And all of a sudden, it’s noon. Guess I’d better do some of that stuff I mentioned!
LaLaGirl is the mother of a teenager and two young sets of twins. She's happily married, loves living in Colorado, and writes almost daily about married life, raising multiples, and parenting a child with autism.







