Confessions
Confession #1: I gotta be honest here: I'm a little excited about Christmas. This year there was no Black Friday shopping for me and I will not lie, I felt like I missed out on something. But only for a sec. Because I value my sleep. And my life.
I think the first stirrings of excitement came the other day when I was at a play at the local community college with the kids and I heard "Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy". The play was called the Shoemaker and the Elves and it was supposed to be a field trip for our elementary school children. I say "supposed to be" because it got cancelled. Why, you ask, was I there if it was cancelled? Because all three schools - the elementary, middle and high schools - got shut down due to a nasty flu virus that kept getting passed from student to student to parent to teacher and back to student, and instead of tossing the tickets, the school said that they would let those who wanted to go, use them.
It's a nasty thing, that flu bug! The school district sent all the kids home early on Wednesday, cancelled school on Thursday and used the weekend days to disinfect and sanitize the crap out of all 3 schools.
Anyways...Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy...I love this song. I wanted to get up and dance for my little sugar plums with my inner fairy, but I refrained and my children never knew the embarrassment I saved them from. They should thank me.
Confession #2: I have no idea what the H a "hash tag" is or what it's used for or why whoever gets to decide these things decided to rename a symbol that was already in use and give it a stupid name. I don't know about you, but I was perfectly happy calling "the pound sign" a "pound sign" or using it as an abbreviation for the word "number". It's easier to type and write. It's only one key stroke versus one two three four five six letters. Thanks a lot, maker-uppers. #stopwiththetechnologyalready
Confession #(NUMBER!) 3: At the girls' dance recital tonight I was saddened by some of the little girls who were backstage with my little girls. They were so mean! And they are so young for it to already be starting. I think some of these little girls were no older than my Laynee right now. This is what I overheard: "My hair looks cuter than yours." "Why didn't your mom do your hair cute today?" "I think you look funny with that color of lipstick." "I am a way better dancer than you." I know that some of this is just little girls trying to build themselves up, but still! Why don't they build others up too? It's so hurtful.
You guys, why do we focus so much on appearances and who looks better than whom and whose hair/makeup/outfit is cuter? Don't you know that our daughters are watching and listening and emulating our every move? Don't you know that when we put others down or make comments about others, that our children are listening even if we never say them out loud to those we are talking about? Imma go ahead and go all Whitney Houston on you for a minute. "I believe the children are our future. Teach them well and let them lead the way. Show them all the beauty they possess inside." Let's all be builders. Not demolition derby participants, k? Thanks.
Confession #4: I might have a cavity. Or 3. Don't know for sure. I'll find out on Monday. But really, does it matter? I won't stop eating home-made mint fudge and peanut brittle. Mmmmmmm. 'Tis the season!
Confession #5: I love the smell of my shampoo. I am smelling my hair right now thinking, "Wow. That is niiiiice."
Confession #6: I wonder if the show that keeps showing up on my Netflix account called "The Christmas Toy" is the same show I watched as a child which confirmed my suspicions about my dolls and stuffed animals coming to life when I left the room. If so, I am totally going to make our children watch it. They will never be the same once they do. *maniacal laugh*
Confession #7: I asked Santa for a vacuum and fuzzy socks. I might have also asked him for a new baby. He said he'd have to get back to me on that.
Confession #8: I had a dream once that my friend had a baby girl and named her Assassyn. You know, Assassin but with a Y? We were in China and her husband was giving tours of the Great Wall when she went into labor and he left me in charge of coaching his wife through the birth. Because I'm a doula, you know. The baby had dark hair.
Confession #9: I think we should create a national holiday called Speak With a Scottish Accent Day. Because how cool would that be if we all said "Aye!" whenever answering a "yes" question?
Confession # the last one: I'm concerned that people living in other countries might mistake our national Speak With a Scottish Accent Day for Speak Like a Pirate Day and want to participate in the festivities so they would show up to the party wearing pirate attire and then they would feel totally left out.
I think the first stirrings of excitement came the other day when I was at a play at the local community college with the kids and I heard "Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy". The play was called the Shoemaker and the Elves and it was supposed to be a field trip for our elementary school children. I say "supposed to be" because it got cancelled. Why, you ask, was I there if it was cancelled? Because all three schools - the elementary, middle and high schools - got shut down due to a nasty flu virus that kept getting passed from student to student to parent to teacher and back to student, and instead of tossing the tickets, the school said that they would let those who wanted to go, use them.
It's a nasty thing, that flu bug! The school district sent all the kids home early on Wednesday, cancelled school on Thursday and used the weekend days to disinfect and sanitize the crap out of all 3 schools.
Anyways...Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy...I love this song. I wanted to get up and dance for my little sugar plums with my inner fairy, but I refrained and my children never knew the embarrassment I saved them from. They should thank me.
Confession #2: I have no idea what the H a "hash tag" is or what it's used for or why whoever gets to decide these things decided to rename a symbol that was already in use and give it a stupid name. I don't know about you, but I was perfectly happy calling "the pound sign" a "pound sign" or using it as an abbreviation for the word "number". It's easier to type and write. It's only one key stroke versus one two three four five six letters. Thanks a lot, maker-uppers. #stopwiththetechnologyalready
Confession #(NUMBER!) 3: At the girls' dance recital tonight I was saddened by some of the little girls who were backstage with my little girls. They were so mean! And they are so young for it to already be starting. I think some of these little girls were no older than my Laynee right now. This is what I overheard: "My hair looks cuter than yours." "Why didn't your mom do your hair cute today?" "I think you look funny with that color of lipstick." "I am a way better dancer than you." I know that some of this is just little girls trying to build themselves up, but still! Why don't they build others up too? It's so hurtful.
You guys, why do we focus so much on appearances and who looks better than whom and whose hair/makeup/outfit is cuter? Don't you know that our daughters are watching and listening and emulating our every move? Don't you know that when we put others down or make comments about others, that our children are listening even if we never say them out loud to those we are talking about? Imma go ahead and go all Whitney Houston on you for a minute. "I believe the children are our future. Teach them well and let them lead the way. Show them all the beauty they possess inside." Let's all be builders. Not demolition derby participants, k? Thanks.
Confession #4: I might have a cavity. Or 3. Don't know for sure. I'll find out on Monday. But really, does it matter? I won't stop eating home-made mint fudge and peanut brittle. Mmmmmmm. 'Tis the season!
Confession #5: I love the smell of my shampoo. I am smelling my hair right now thinking, "Wow. That is niiiiice."
Confession #6: I wonder if the show that keeps showing up on my Netflix account called "The Christmas Toy" is the same show I watched as a child which confirmed my suspicions about my dolls and stuffed animals coming to life when I left the room. If so, I am totally going to make our children watch it. They will never be the same once they do. *maniacal laugh*
Confession #7: I asked Santa for a vacuum and fuzzy socks. I might have also asked him for a new baby. He said he'd have to get back to me on that.
Confession #8: I had a dream once that my friend had a baby girl and named her Assassyn. You know, Assassin but with a Y? We were in China and her husband was giving tours of the Great Wall when she went into labor and he left me in charge of coaching his wife through the birth. Because I'm a doula, you know. The baby had dark hair.
Confession #9: I think we should create a national holiday called Speak With a Scottish Accent Day. Because how cool would that be if we all said "Aye!" whenever answering a "yes" question?
Confession # the last one: I'm concerned that people living in other countries might mistake our national Speak With a Scottish Accent Day for Speak Like a Pirate Day and want to participate in the festivities so they would show up to the party wearing pirate attire and then they would feel totally left out.
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