Okay. So I’m driving back from dropping Mia off at school and I decide it’s high time I listen to something other than the Christmas Carol station; FLO RIDA! is on, so I start jamming. I love booty music; it is my one guilty pleasure (well, not my one–I have many) but I don’t get much chance to play it as I feel incredibly guilty letting the kids hear it. The guilt started one day when I heard Cheyenne singing "I am. Getting. So Hot. I’m Gonna Take my Clothes off!" at 7 years old. So basically ever since then.
Anyway, it takes me about halfway through the song to realize that I had been muting all the "bad" parts and a sleeping Merrick didn’t care one way or another. I then noticed that the back window was down–thank you, Mia–and that all the people in the drop-off traffic had probably heard my feeble attempt at gangsta rap. Bad? Yes. Worse? Apparently the Saturn’s windows are not as tinted as I had thought; I guess my rear-view mirror video-making days are over.
Yesterday was fantastic. Tiring, but fantastic. Caleb and I played chess–a little sexier than UNO, yes?–before calling it a night. We all overslept this morning, and when I got back to the house after embarrassing myself–er, I mean, dropping the kids off at school, Noah had eaten 50 crayons and broken into a pack of markers. There’s electric turquoise ink all over the living room floor. Fucker. Were these things left in a spot that he could presumably reach? No. This dog is a ninja, I swear.
My father-in-law is flying in today. The wonderful thing about this man is that he never expects me to have a clean house–which works for me on a day like today. Although I have already mopped the living room floor…
All my Christmas shopping is done. Done. Caleb and I decided a long time ago that we’d only be buying for the kids this year; you’d think that our whittled-down list would’ve made things easy–but it was difficult I tell you! Have you ever tried to spend $250 total on 3 kids–Santa Claus presents included? Damn near impossible. I came in around $115 a piece for the girls, and $70 for Merrick. A little over budget, but I’m proud of myself nonetheless. The only problem comes next year–or the year after that–or whenever we’re in a better position moneywise–Caleb will expect the same gift-giving restraint, which did not come easily for me in the retail wonderland that is the Christmas season. I hope I can hold out 12 more days without buying anything else.