The same post has remained on my blog for just about a week.
This is what my living room usually looks like:
This is what my living room currently looks like:
Yup, you guessed it, that wonderful, magical, time of the year, of decorating for Christmas.
A time when my DH pulls dozens of dusty cardboard boxes containing tangled Christmas lights, garlands, wreaths, ornaments, etc. out of the attic, And then leaves them all in the middle of the living room, Waiting I believe, for the Christmas elves.
( Who, as everyone knows- are related to the sock fairy, who picks his dirty socks off the floor , washes them, and puts them back in his drawer)
Anyway, these Christmas elves, it seems, come in the middle of the night, empty all those boxes, put up all those garlands, wreaths, and the tree, and stack the boxes, to be stored in the garage.
My Christmas elves were the victims of downsizing apparently.
I have been waiting to blog till I have an AFTER picture to post. I do have some pride (not much, but some...)
One small problem
I have 2 kids home sick
I don't know which is the more difficult patient , the two year old or the 14 year old. But needless to say my decorating is going more slowly this year.
More alphabet soup
I leave it to you to come up with a witty phrase the best I could come up with was
Highly Opinionated a$$#*les
We received a "courtesy" letter today. Requesting :
1) that parents be at the bus stop with their children to supervise them and keep them quiet, because they are being too noisy. There is 1 neighbor who works nights in the neighborhood, and she has been complaining to the HOA because: when the 15 elementary school aged children stand on the corner (for no more than 15 minutes) they wake her up.
Now bus pick up time is 8:30 AM., not exactly falling during the time for any legal noise ordinance. ( And yes, I can see the bus stop from my window). Yet I am still supposed to bundle up my sick 2 year old and stand out in the cold with my 8 & 10 year old (these are not kindergartners we are talking about) to assure that she is not bothered for 15 minutes?!
(I wonder if the garbage men received a similar letter?)
And 2)the letter is a complaint because there are toys in our front yard. I kid you not. 2 toy dump trucks, a trike and a scooter at the time of the complaint. Goodness, obviously "Sanford and Son" have nothing on us. Good thing they can't see my living room.