All I Want for Christmas...

So I just cleaned out my linen closet and have determined that we are in serious need of some new towels. I don't think I've bought a new set in ten years or so with the exception of holiday hand towels.  I apparently have some sort of fetish with those that I did not even know I had.  Especially Halloween towels because I have a mile high stack of those as opposed to about three or four decent everyday ones.  And I'm not sure what that says about me but I admit it's a little weird.  Why did I think I needed a dozen Halloween towels?  




Before that I finally got around to moving the dvd's into the entertainment center we've had for several weeks now. Oh yes, we are having tons of fun at my house today. Try not to hate.  


In other news, progress reports came home from the middle school yesterday and let's just say I shouted and lectured so much that I wore myself flat out because I slept until 10:00 this morning. Could they not have waited until after the break?  Because now I'm in a predicament.  Do I lift the total lockdown for a couple of days in the spirit of Christmas or do I proceed with my "you're going to straighten up and fly right if it kills us both" wrath? 


I have definitely come to the conclusion that it is harder to parent a middle schooler than it was to be one myself.  I keep telling myself that this too shall pass and dear Lord, I hope it passes soon!  I'm also hoping that Santa leaves a good dose of patience in my stocking. Which brings me to the subject of this post... 

You know you're a mom when all you want for Christmas is...

~Lots and lots of patience.

~Noise cancelling headphones.

~For someone to clean something, anything, without you having to ask, beg or threaten.

~A day without bickering. 

(I don't even remember what that's like).

~For homework to be done willingly without you having to ask, beg, or threaten.  

~A day, hour, minute or second without worry.

~A fat free, calorie free, chocolate bar bigger than your head. (for those moments when deep breathing just doesn't cut it.)

~For both your children to appease you by smiling kindly and like they mean it for one little Christmas picture without you having to ask, beg or threaten.

~A manual from God himself explaining exactly what to do in each and every parenting challenge/situation that arises.

~A guarantee that your children will be kept safe for at least the next 90 years or so...

Would that be too much to ask?  

*Post inspired by Mama Kat's Writing Prompt "You know you're a mother when..."