Dear Santa

I got this from a friend today. Thought I'd share.

Dear Santa,

I've been a good mom all year.

I've fed, cleaned and cuddled my children on demand, visited the doctor's office more than my doctor and sold sixty-two cases of candy bars to raise money to plant a shade tree on the school playground. I was hoping you could spread my list out over several Christmases, since I had to write this letter with my son's red crayon, on the back of a receipt in the laundry room between cycles, and who knows when I'll find anymore free time in the next 18 years.

Here are my Christmas wishes:

I'd like a pair of legs that don't ache (in any color, except purple, which I already have) and arms that don't hurt or flap in the breeze, but are strong enough to pull my screaming child out of the candy aisle in the grocery store.

I'd also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere in the seventh month of my last pregnancy.

If you're hauling big ticket items this year I'd like fingerprint resistant windows and a radio that only plays adult music, a television that doesn't broadcast any programs containing talking animals, and a refrigerator with a secret compartment behind the crisper where I can hide to talk on the phone.

On the practical side, I could use a talking doll that says, "Yes, Mommy" to boost my parental confidence, along with two kids who don't fight and three pairs of jeans that will zip all the way up without the use of power tools.

I could also use a recording of Tibetan monks chanting "Don't eat in the living room" and "Take your hands off your brother," because my voice
seems to be just out of my children's hearing range and can only be heard by the dog.

If it's too late to find any of these products, I'd settle for enough time to brush my teeth and comb my hair in the same morning, or the luxury of eating food warmer than room temperature without it being served in a Styrofoam container.

If you don't mind, I could also use a few Christmas miracles to brighten the holiday season. Would it be too much trouble to declare ketchup a vegetable? It will clear my conscience immensely. It would be helpful if you could coerce my children to help around the house without demanding payment as if they were the bosses of an organized crime family.

Well, Santa, the buzzer on the dryer is calling and my son saw my feet under the laundry room door. I think he wants his crayon back. Have a safe trip and remember to leave your wet boots by the door and come in and dry off so you don't catch cold.

Help yourself to cookies on the table but don't eat too many or leave crumbs on the carpet.

Yours Always,

MOM...

P.S. One more thing...you can cancel all my requests if you can keep my children young enough to believe in Santa.

*Santa has asked that this gets passed on to all the mommies you know

12/4/2007

Why did I create a new blog? I have 3 others on different sites. And I used to have one here. I don't know. Maybe I just need someplace new to write. I tend to be careful on what I put on Myspace since my SIL is on my friends and I don't want her reading everything I have to say. I'll be nice to write what I want and not worry about anything. Plus, I may actually write more offten then I do now.

Anyway, I'm not going to write a lot of history about myself. If you want to know something, just ask.

I can't believe it's already December. My baby has gotten so big, so fast. She'll be a whole year old next month. :( I really do need to get my butt in gear and get things updated and her scrapbook going. I'd like to have some things done before her birthday, but I don't think much of it will get done. I need a lot of pictures printed.

I'd really like to decorate for Christmas, but that would mean cleaning. Not much of that seems to get done right now. Part of that is we just got back from OR on Sunday. Plus, rent was due when we got home, so we don't really have the money to get a tree right now. Maybe once I'm done on here, I'll try to work on picking things up and rearranging things. I still have to make Lilith a stocking.

OK, Lilith is starting to get into things, so I need to get going. I'll write again later.