So it's New Years! cheers

So It's New Years Eve...well really New Years now. We went out and party hopped and rocked it out here in Drip. Well...not really. I drove the not so charming prince, his girlfriend, and his friend to a party. Then I went home and waited and waited and waited....for it to be after midnight to pick his friend and him up at that party. I think it's the first time in a very long time I was not out celebrating New Years. To the tune of half my life. Damn it, time to grow up and be responsible. They had a blast. They were both very thankful to me about taking them and picking them up. They have been friends since we moved here. I laughed when I dropped them off at Blake's friends house. Thinking when they met they were babies in my eyes. Now they were talking about how the rung in the New Year with their girls. My how time flies. By the way, those girls are lucky to have such nice boys. Do you hear my MaMa bear growl??? I had a hard time seeing on the way home since it was very foggy out. They happened to be at a party in a far, far, away land. I had this strange fear about driving even though I was sober as could be. I thought what if this is the first New Years Eve that I'm sober and I get hit by a drunk. Now I'm not saying in New Years Eve past that I was out drunk driving all over. Hub's and I were always within walking distance at New Years parties. So we came home walking as if we were bumper cars. Who's judging??? Oh yes, everyone.

I feel bad because we really didn't do anything special with the other two. I should have had kiddie cocktails and a dance party. Been there done all that before it is never as fulfilling as you picture before you have kids.  Overrated comes to mind...I guess I'm just being ugly because we have always had or been at a party. Aidan...aka..pig pen was sick anyway. I feel bad because I thought he was faking the other day and gave him a hard time. Cole..aka...drama played Xbox all night and begged me to get him a red bull because it was New Years.  I said..."Why in my right sober  mind would I give you something that is the equivalent to eight cups of coffee according to DR. OZ".  You are high on life with a water for Gods sake. I really don't care to see the Drama King on red bull. At one point Aidan's fever broke. With that fights broke out between him and Cole. Happy frickin New year! At another point Aidan and I were talking about Ziggy our perfect family member howling the other night. He woke all of us up from a dead sleep with his howling. When I woke up I ran out to see what was going on. I found Ziggy on the sofa with his head in the air howling over and over. I wondered what the hell he was howling at. He is eight and had only done this about four times. So I say.."Aidan lets try to make him howl again". Aidan is like "how do we do that"? I say "lets get down with him and howl". So we get on the floor and we both start howling at the top of our lungs. Ziggy is just getting nervous and pacing around us. Hubs is yelling at us to stop saying we are annoying as hell. We could not get the dog to howl. Fun times on New Years Eve.

After I get home I "Google" why dogs howl. The first thing I get says they howl because death is in the air or the grim reaper. This freaks me out a bit. Especially since he never howls. I start to recall the other times he howled wondering if it was a time when someone died. I wonder is he trying to warn us of something bad to come....I hope like hell the grim reaper isn't coming for any of us. Then I click on the next "google site. It says dogs howl because it's in their coyote genes and it could mean their happy. I did walk out on patio tonight and heard the coyotes howling. At one point the coyotes sounded like drunk people laughing.  I like this dog is happy site better...for sure. Happy New Year bitches! I'm waking up without a hang over for the first time in a long time...Thank you to my not so charming prince.

People are crabby

This is a picture of my sweet niece. She is coming for a visit in January. Thank God the world didn't end the other day. I feel bad for all the people who spent way too much money preparing for the end. I can't say I didn't worry but I do believe only God knows when the world will end. I still have lots of pink shit to buy for her still. I guess I get so excited because I have three boys. I have never been able to buy pink shit before. Her voice and personality kills me. My Mom says I had a funny little voice just like her when I was a kid. I seriously can't wait to see her. She is the best thing ever. I love that she loves to come see us too.

So today I went to Bed Bath and Beyond to exchange my magic bullet. When I opened it I realized it was the nutribullet that I wanted. I got there and went up to the customer service counter. They took my magic bullet and told me to go get the nutibullet and come back. I don't know about you but when I think about what a "magic bullet" is I do not think fruit and veggie juicer. It's an odd name to say the least. I have had a few magic bullets before but never one that made healthy juices. Sign of the times for me. Sign of the times that I'm getting old. The fact that I want juicing magic bullet rather than a true "magic bullet" kind of sucks. Back to my story. So I go around the store and find the nutibullet and some reading glasses. Another sign of the time. I go back to customer service. Now there is a huge line. So there are two cashiers and one line. So I'm minding my own business when the lady in front of me turns around to talk to me. She looks at me with her crabby ass face and says..."Do you know this is one line for both these cashiers????". I look at her and say..."Yes, I know that, why do you ask????". She looks at me with her crabby face and says..."It looks like your trying to cut the line because your cart is moving in the direction of that cashier". I look at her with this odd face. Mostly because I'm shocked at what she just said. So I say....."Seriously?". She looks at me with her crabby face and says.."Sure looks your trying to cut the line". So I pull my cart back and ask her if that makes her feel better. She rolls her eyes at me and says.."Yes". I'm thinking in my head lady needs to get laid...Oh wait no one wants to lay a crabby bitch. My Dad had told me before that I always need to get the last word. So I'm stewing thinking of lots of not so nice things to say to her. I can't let her get the last word especially after she accused me of being a line cutter. I think for a minute about what I'm going to say. I'm thinking.....Jeez...were in Bed Bath and Beyond...it's not like I'm some teenager at an amusement park trying to cut the line. I then say..."Hey Lady, before you make an fool of yourself and accuse someone of cutting the line maybe you should be sure that they are in fact cutting the line". She looks at me and says again..."Sure looked like you were trying to cut". Holy Shit....is this women for real??????  At this point the manager walks over to me to take me to another line. Not because he knows I'm fighting with the lady in front of me, but because they are trying to get the line moving. But damn it that crazy crabby lady got the last word. I kind of hate that...so much so that I wanted to chase her in the parking lot to fight more....And I wonder where Cole got that annoying trait from.


When the manager took me to the new line they asked for my receipt. I thought I had it but I had the wrong one. He told the girl to ring it as a no receipt sale. So she rang it and I got full credit for it even though I had a 20 percent off coupon when I bought those. So I got full credit and had another 20 percent coupon for the exchange....score!!!! My evil mind makes me think. I think if I was a single mom with no money I could go buy something really expensive here with a 20 percent coupon. I could then return it the next day with a no receipt exchange and get more money back then I spent. I could feed my kids with the extra money. Because Karma haunts my world I have felt really guilty about the whole thing the rest of the day.

After Bed Bath and Beyond I headed back to Drippin. I called my Dad...aka..Grumps on my way back. I wanted to find out when he planned on bringing my niece...aka..the golden jerk to Texas. We had a really long conversation. This is rare because Grumps is no phone talker. I think I may just be his favorite...besides "Golden Jerk". This is going to chap Twisty's ass for sure. When I got into Drippin I went to home depot to get the 75 percent off Xmas decorations. They had NOTHING left. Then I headed to the HEB...aka...grocery store. I went to get stuff for my new nutibullet. Oh yes, I bought frickin hormone cream too. Sign of the times.  On my way out there was this sweet old guy. He said.."Oh my looks like you shopped a lot and have a lot to load". I laughed and said.."Always". He asked if I needed any help. I politely said I would be fine. He says.."Have a good weekend pretty girl". That was nice after my encounter with the crabby lady.

My night ended with meeting some friends for a drink and some food. It was good to see them. I miss my friends since my kids occupy most of my time now. I'm back home blogging now. Since it's Christmas break fights are erupting around me. My kids are seriously fighting over the bathroom right now. Hubs is asleep and I want to pull my hair out. A little more than one more week to go...counting the days.

On a final note...one of my friends I met out was laughing about this blog. She said.."Your grammar is God awful". I love that about her. Honest friends are the best friends. We laughed about it. So I feel the need to say sorry for bad grammar. I got a comment from someone named Shari on here last night. Whenever I get a comment I'm waiting for a hater. Someone who tells me I suck. I guess because I read other blogs who have so many hater comments. She was not a hater....she was so sweet and has a one year old. I looked up her blogs she has two. I'm thinking she is from my home town in Chicago judging by one of her blogs. Thank you Shari for not being a hater. Oh yes, and good luck to you when that one year old hits the teen years. Enjoy those sweet baby moments because they go super fast. I'm starting to sound like one of those old ass annoying people with all those old ass sayings that happen to be true. So here I sit tonight thinking about my magic juicer, reading glasses, and hormone creams...hoping they all do what they claim to do.....Sign of the times!

The Cole show

Sometimes I think this kid should have his own reality show....Drama, Drama, Drama! He was at a sleepover last night. Thank you Jesus. So I took advantage and went out after Christmas shopping. I guess since I didn't get to go all out this year. I bought lots of 75 percent off Christmas stuff. I got home trying to hide it all from Hubs. He's having a fit because I want to put our new house in the Christmas house walk for charity next year. While I'm coming up with creative spots to hide Xmas crap I hear my phone start to buzz. It's Cole...

Cole....Mom can my friends spend the night. PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE. (Mind you he spent the night with them last night)
Me...Your Dad has to work, he will kill me. Aidan and his friend woke him up at 3am last night.
Cole...He is your husband what's he going to do hurt you? I don't think so.
Me....Awfully brave on your phone smart A.
Cole....Mom you always do this. You have to trust me on this one. We will be responsible and quiet. u don't understand that you always do this. U say my friends are over a lot They have not been over this whole year. Dad will not even know. (this one blows me away on so many levels. One is he crazy his friends are over a lot. I have done my fair share of sleepovers. Dad will never know....that's a good one.)
Me....No response.
Cole...HELLO, PLEASE...DID YOU FORGET YOU HAVE A SON? (UM, NO how could I)
ME....You just spent the night together, we can do it Saturday when Dad doesn't have to work in the AM.
Cole.....NO PLEASE, MOM, did you not read my text. U have turned into a mean mom. Now we don't like you as much cause all you do is say NO, NO, NO.
ME....Hey Brave texting boy, after that text you are grounded and your phone is mine...Dad is on the way to get you. Your play date just got cut short because of you.
Cole....MOM, PLEASE LET US SPEND THE NIGHT...(seriously?????)
Me...NO RESPONSE.

So I send Hubs to get him. I have his phone now and I'm reading all his messages. Thank God his are still really boring. So Hub's is over on the computer and I'm watching shit TV and scrolling the phone. Hubs says.."What are we doing for New Years?" I say.."No, definite plans, we have been invited a few places, maybe we should party hop". He says..."What about the kids?". I say "What about them?" He says..."Shouldn't we do something with them?" I say.."As in hang out with them New Years night". He says.."Yes" I ask..."Are you dying and you haven't told me yet?". I have truly never heard him say anything like this before about New Years. He says..No, but they are not going to want to hang with us much longer and I don't see them that much". I say.."Well I see them all the time and I'm alright with them not wanting to hang out much longer". He says.."No, really Kerry I'm being serious". I say.."I am too, we can see them another night". Remember I spend way too much time in the car with these kids. Now we have had kids for fifteen years, I can't remember ever really hanging with them on New Years. That an our anniversary are kid free nights. He says.."I'd really like to hang out with them this year". I say..."Yeah kiddie cocktails, lots of white noise, and I'm sure some fights we will be breaking up". I get it...He does have to work the next day.

Hubs is in bed now. Blake the not so charming prince is texting me from upstairs. He wants a ride to a friends house to stay over. It's 11:21. I text...NO! He text PLZ, PLZ. I'm not even responding. It's like they think I'm their personal limo driver. I already drove him and his girlfriend to the mall earlier today. That "I'm not going to take it" song is in my head. A teenager of the 80's I truly am. Cole walks up and wants to see my phone since his is gone. I ask for what. He says he wants to talk to the Siri lady. I give it to him for a minute. He's trying to get her to answer a football question. I guess he does not like the answer. He is seriously arguing with the iPhone lady. Saying things like "OH My Gosh, I told you that's not the answer I'm looking for" and "Your not hearing what I'm saying Siri". I finally tell him to give me the phone back because I'm tired of listening to him. He's like "but she's not giving me the right answer". I say.."I got that, but you realize your not arguing with a real person and she is obviously going to keep giving you that answer that is the way she is programed".  He's like.."What do you mean she's not a real person???". Then he says..."How does she talk then mom...duh...of course she is real". I think I may just have a cocktail tonight!!!!! I don't know why but after writing this one I feel the need to say...I do really love my kids that means Cole too. Even if I'm the mean Mom. You will not see me posting anything crazy on facebook like...."I really love having my kids home for Xmas break". Sometimes I roll my eyes at those post...mostly because of jealously. I want to be that mom. I'm sure I will feel that way when their in college or maybe if I take that Xanex the doctor gave me months ago. As of now a few hour break during the day from them helps me be a better mom.

It has come and gone once again.

 So Christmas has come and gone once again. Thumbs up for me this year. No one cried over what the other one got. I seemed to hit the nail on the head with most gifts. I bought the wrong shoes for Aidan but we exchanged those tonight. He picked these crazy Nike shoes. They were so strange that when the not so charming prince saw him he laughed in his face. He said it looked like he was wearing giant highlighters on his feet. They happen to be the exact color of the yellow highlighter marker. I was thinking they looked like clown shoes. I made him go into the bathroom with me when we got home. I turned out the lights I thought for sure these suckers would glow in the dark. They didn't though. I think if Nike is going to make the most obnoxious highlighter color shoes they should at least glow in the dark. Now if somewhere down the line if you see Nike glow in the dark highlighter shoes they stole that shit from me!!!! I better "Google" and see if they actually make them before I shit talk too much. Just "googled" glow in the dark Nike. Sure as shit they got em. Disregard my Nike shit talking....I in fact did not just come up with the next big thing.

 We were opening presents one night before we left for Dallas. I asked the kids to get in funny PJ's. The little guys were all for it. The not so charming prince was having no part of it. I talked him into it. Well really I told him he had to or he could not open a gift. I'm just trying to get him to stop trying to grow up so fast. I would give Hubs left nut to be a kid in footy jams again. Of course he had to try to make them look as cool as he could. Wish I had those stomach muscles. These people I live with ruined any chance at those now. BTW, he did get those from me. I once had those in a far, far, away land.

 Cole was rocking my Grinch robe. Deb Downer bought me this robe years ago when I was pregnant with one of these people. I think it was Pig Pen. There is a picture of me in this robe the night before I had him. I showed him this picture once and told him that was him in my belly. His response was one I still get a chuckle at. He asked why I ate him. Cole...aka...Drama was there when he said that. Cole...aka...Drama says..."Hey Stupid, God put you in her belly she did not eat you! I did not eat him but I sure as shit ate a ton of yummy cheese burgers and drank a ton of milkshakes.

 We had a super busy weekend before we left for Dallas. We had a Christmas party Saturday night. Since it was the husbands birthday they had some adult entertainment at the party. The kind that I fed Hubs as many drinks as I could so he would pass out while I got my PJ's on. It was not a baby Jesus kind of Christmas party. I would post pictures but I don't need to lose anymore friends over this stupid blog. The next day we had a gingerbread contest party. This was our first year to get invited to this event. Pig Pen's friends Grandma host this event. I connected with her right when I met her. She is from Chicago so of course we hit it off. Lots to talk about...Like good pizza and Garrett's popcorn. This party was a blast. She gets everyone a ginger house. Then all the people invited bring different kinds of candy to share. She has a judge in a Judges coat. She has trophies. She had good food...lots of good food. I never used to be a foodie, lately food excites me on a new level. You can tell by looking at me.

 It was even more fabulous when my ginger house won!!!!!!!! I'm creative like that...tooting my own horn about now.  After this party we headed to a friends house for an appetizer party with a few couples. Food, Food, and more Food!!!!! Let the holiday pounds pack on. At this party someone brought one of those dance games. I happen to be the queen of beating people at this game.....well most people. There are a few who have beat me. I will not name names though. So there I am shit talking. I couldn't beat a sophomore boy to save my life. Really????? taken down by a sophomore boy....I'm so practicing before I rematch that sucker. I will rematch and win next time. Dude was dancing all day on that game. I call foul play! You may be a sore loser if you complain when a kid beats you.

 I'm thinking my future is so bright I need to wear shades. I'm back from a way too short trip to Dallas. Damn it but Hubs is out of vacation. Too bad he can't be like me watching housewives and eating bon bons all day. BTW, Hub's got me these shades for Christmas. It's my first nice set of shades. I'm sure he will regret it when I lose them or step on them like I do with most shades. When I was on the phone with Deb Downer on the way home I told her about my new shades. She laughed and asked if he was crazy. He's just trying to dodge more cheese fry melt downs at this point.

We had a great time in the big "D" even if it was too short. I had a great time with MiMi. I had some great talks with Lindz. Joey is always a laugh. Dude has a good one liner for everything. Tracy cooked a great meal...I swear she's missing her calling. It's always good to see Jeff. I got to see my niece who I haven't seen in a long time plus Blair and Mandy. She's as adorable as ever. So wish God would have blessed me with a girl. Don't get me wrong I wouldn't trade these boys I live with but a girl would be nice in the mix. Thank God I have two nieces even if I cussed the shit out of their parents when they had them. At least my girly self can now shop for girly gifts. Plus I only laugh at their girl drama.

So tonight I'm back home after a traffic filled drive back from the big "D".  Pig Pen talked me into a sleep over. My kids have had more sleepovers than I ever did as a kid. They are still up just complaining....do they ever tire out??? I'm blogging and watching housewives. Hubs is sleeping cause he has to work. Life is hard for me. I'm also thinking about New Years resolutions. Wondering if I can follow through with them. It's the same old, same old. Be a better Mom...Until they piss me off, be a better wife until he pisses me off, take better care of myself until I need a beer, eat better till I pass a cheeseburger joint, and be a better friend, until I shit talk someone, because most people give us  something to talk shit about. I'm really working on all of that. I do believe the older I get that most of us talk a little shit here and there. We all think we are judge Judy. I know people talk a little shit about me. That song "Let's give them something to talk about" comes to mind. I do think we talk shit to make ourselves feel better. I'm missing spending my Christmas in Chicago even if my Christmas in "D" was good. In a perfect world I would have all my important people together during the holidays. Universe do you hear me???? I don't know about you but I make resolutions with every intention of following through....then life gets in the way. Once again I should not post this till I proof read. I'm lazy though....working on that too. I'm a work in progress for sure. Hope everyone had a great Christmas.....I hit an all time high with readers on here this month. Not sure where you all are coming from but I hope it's not all the people "googling" boys private parts. Not sure why this takes "googlers" to my blog but my news feed lets me know everyday that there are lots of pervs out there. I thank you for reading my way too honest rants and putting up with bad writing and grammar...some day when I have time to myself, I will take a writing class.  Cheers, everyone!

Nothing like getting thrown under a bus on xmas

 So here's the story......Xmas eve morning I woke up tired as hell from a weekend filled with xmas parties. I had a sugar low for sure. Mix that with mental pause and packing for four people and I was a hot mess. So I told my kids at least ten times to get the crap they wanted packed. I told them to brush their teeth ten times as well. Hubs was out running errands while we dragged ass. He calls and asks if were ready. He tells me he will pick up something to eat before we get on the road. He gets home with sonic burgers and cheese fries for everyone. We are all at the kitchen table. I'm having a frickin hot flash ready to stick my head in the freezer when Blake...aka the not so charming prince decides to throw all the crap he doesn't want on his cheeseburger in the trash. I look over and see him doing this in the trash that has no bag in it. Now I have to say before I tell this next part that I have already had many fights over stupid things with them. So I look over and see this and say.."What the hell Blake, do you not see that there is no bag in there???". Then I say he is acting like an idiot. Hubs who has not been here for the packing and teeth brushing fights says.."Kerry, Really, you just called him an idiot?". He tells me that is un called for in front of him. This chaps my ass! I have a big problem with this even if I may have been wrong calling him an idiot. My parents always took each others sides right or wrong in front of us kids. So I'm pissed. A few minutes later I ask Hubs a question about the errand he was running to get a gift card for his mom. I ask if he got the gratuity included in the gift card he just picked up. He shrugs his shoulders. I say it's a yes or no question. He says.."I'm eating". I say again it's a yes or no question. He says..."What's the big deal?". I'm thinking....Damn it it's a yes or no question. Remember when I write this next part I'm having a hot flash, I have had a God awful morning trying to get the kids packed, and I'm in mental pause. So my cheese fries happen to going flying. I wanted to throw them at Hubs head but I throw them past his head at the wall. They fly everywhere. I leave the room after this and head to the bathroom. I cry...because I really wanted those cheese fries and I'm hungry.

So I'm in the bathroom crying over the fact that I just threw the cheese fries I really wanted at the wall. Hubs walks in. He looks at me and says..."I don't know what that was, but that's not you". He says.."I don't know what to tell the kids what that was". Then he says.."I'm telling you as your friend that your kids are confused and will not respond to that kind of behavior". I look at him and tell him "you have to have my back good or bad and you didn't, you corrected me in front of Blake which teaches him to not respect what I'm saying". He says.."I get that but you can't call him an idiot". I say.."He was being an idiot though". He says.."I get that, but you still cannot call him that...it's not right". I say.."I get that, but you have to have my back because I always come back down and explain myself and say sorry". We argue some more. I tell him I'm not going to Dallas. I don't mean it I'm just pulling the girl card and trying to make my point. That I'm not going to take being treated like one of his kids. So we end up in the joyful car ride to Dallas. Were both mad but we make the best of it. Hubs put headphones on to tune us all out. I play a game on my iPhone. The kids are on best behavior because they know I'm super close  to insanity. I look over at Hubs and ask a question. He ignores me because of those damn headphones. So I put my hand up in front of me and act like I'm talking to it. I have a whole conversation with my hand, Hubs looks over and laughs and then continues to sing whatever song he is listing too. And he wonders why I'm close to insanity!

So we get to Dallas. We are unpacking the car. Cole brought his Xbox and realizes he forget his controllers. Who gets the blame..me of course. I seem to get the blame for everything that goes wrong. Michael's Mom made a super sweet speech after dinner and then gave us very generous gifts. So generous that my youngest offered to give her some back. Love that about him! After she makes her speech Cole..aka..Drama decides he needs to say something. It starts out really sweet. He is telling how much he loves his family, tells the story about how Michael and I met, he says how thankful he is that we met. He talks about how they will all have kids and keep the family going. It was super proud for a moment. Then Aidan gets in the mix. Between Cole and Aidan they tell the cheese fry story they not only tell the cheese fry story they also tell a story that happened years ago. A story about Michael And I in a fight in the car after a vacation. Hello, wish I could put my head in the sand somewhere! Note to self......Never fight or do something that you don't want told on you in front of your kids. Hello, did I not teach you kids about the vault!!!!! Geez, xmas has been really embarrassing thanks to my kids with no filter. I mean really they had to tell the cheese fry story! I was an asshole, which should be in the family vault....not so much with these kids.   So I'm tired, going to bed no proof reading happened in this post,,,so sorry! It is a hot mess...that's my life with these people  I live with!!!!!

Karma

So if your a regular reader you know that Hubs actually thought a vacuum would be an appropriate Christmas gift for me. I don't know about you but I would never think a vacuum was a Christmas gift I would ever find under my tree. At first I told him it was fine followed by I would be getting him a no sex card for a very long time. So after that I knew there was no way in hell a vacuum would be under my tree....at least for me. So I went out and got him one as a Christmas gift instead. He laughed when he opened it. We were on our way out to a neighborhood Christmas party right before I gave him this fabulous gift. I really thought I was sticking it to him. Making a point. What I wasn't expecting was the fact that he couldn't wait to get it out of the box and use it. He was weirdly excited about it. Telling me to look at the vacuum marks it was making on the carpet. I would really be worried if he told me not to walk on the vacuum marks. Then he was making it look so fun he told me to try it. I tried it for a minute and was pleasantly surprised at how easily it road across the carpet. Then I thought he is tricking me. I set that damn sucker down. He picked it right up and carried on like a kid in a candy shop. Expecting a no sex for a long time from him in return. I know there is no way in hell I'm getting that. He is the kind of guy who has this line when I have a bad day.....It goes something like this. I will say.."I had an awful day with your kids". Instead of saying something like "Go get out, spend a ridiculous about of money on yourself, and get yourself a hotel to do naked bed angels by yourself". He says..."Ya know what you need?????". I think the last thing I need is to do something else!!!! I guess cause I'm the only girl in the house he thinks I think like a dude. I still have tots the last time I checked! I dream of naked bed angels by myself and shit TV after a bad day. I guess dudes think of something totally different. I'm not a dude and will never be one!!!

Where did the romance go?

 I decided to let the kids open one gift each tonight! That's because I'm a sucker for spreading Christmas cheer. Plus I think they appreciate it more when they don't open everything at once.

 Aidan...aka...pig pen who has the most gifts under the tree picked his very carefully. Of course he picked the only package that could have been a bat. I hid that way in the back under other presents and only put it out earlier today. Guess someone has been inspecting gifts under the tree! At least he looks happy!

 Blake...aka..the not so charming prince refused to take a normal picture. Kid is lucky he has anything under the tree.

Then there is Cole..aka...Drama. He actually asked for the least amount of things. He told me to save my money. When he said that I honestly said..."Who are you?". So he picked up one gift and said "No, that's not it". I said.."How do you know?". He says..."You don't want to know". I say.."No, really how do you know you don't want that one?". He says.."While you were watching TV I snuck the gifts behind the sofa and peeked at them". I say.."Really cause they were all wrapped". He says..."I pulled the tape back and then I coded the one I wanted to open first with a sharpie". That sharpie thing is kind of brilliant. Doesn't anyone like a surprise around here????? Oh yes, I do! The only surprise I seem to get are the ones that wait for me in my toilets.

So this am was the last day of sanity for me kind of! It was the last day of school before the two week Christmas break kind of. I say kind of because Aidan's "Holiday party" as they like to call it now was at 8am. Anyone who knows me knows I like to get the kids to school and go back to bed. So the idea of an 8am holiday party is not my idea of fun. Especially the ones you can take your kids home after. Then the middle school and high school got out at noon. After spending an hour in pick up lines and traffic I was home with more kids than I birthed! Yeah it's Christmas break! I already have a headache.

Shortly after I'm home I get a text from Hubs. It reads.."Are we exchanging for Christmas and if so what do you want?". I text back.."Surprise me". He text.."Your hard to buy for". I text.."We are married for 17 years think of something".  Then I text.."I had no problem finding you a gift". He text..."Give me an idea". Then he text.."So and Sos wife took pictures for him". I text..."Oh I'll send you some pictures no problem"..."BTW, I think either you or so and so is full of shit". (The pictures he is thinking I'll send him are not the ones on my mind right now) He text.."Your so difficult". I text.."I'm simple if you listen". He text..."How about a vacuum?".  I text.."OK". He text.."Seriously, then I need the cost co card back". I text.."You buy me a vacuum you just bought yourself a no sex card for a very long time". He text..."Just Kidding then". I text.."I have an idea, pretend you have a very hot new girlfriend that your trying to impress and pretend your shopping for her". No response!!!! About an hour later I get a text from my sister...it says.."Your husband text me and asked what you want for Xmas". Priceless!!!! Where did the romance go????