I'm ba-humbugging here in a big way.
I had to deliver the last batch of T-shirts to the school this morning, something that I am so happy to be done with. The three littlest kids were with me which meant more chaos than normal but I was up to the challenge. As I took the three kids into the office to wait while I went back to get the HUGE box of shirts, some random woman remarked to me "you really should have more on your baby!"
Seriously? I was instantly annoyed because my sweet babe was swaddled to the hilt. Regular clothes, covered up with his snowsuit, stocking cap covered up with snowsuit hat, large blanket over the whole stinkin' thing. What else could I have added? An electric blanket plugged into my pocket-sized generator? Give me a break. Many things I am, neglectful mother I am not.
I let it go and made my way back out the car, pushing the button on my keys to open up the back hatch, where I got to watch the ginormous box of shirts fall upside down out of the car and spill it's contents. My nicely organized T-shirts rolled all over the parking lot and I scrambled to pick them up as the other parents drove around me. Nice. Real nice. How's that for the Christmas spirit?
After I picked everything up, I hoisted up the world's heaviest box and made my way back into the school where I distributed the T-shirts to the teacher's boxes, which have no rhyme or reason to them so it takes for.ever. Love it.
So now I'm off to do something to entertain my girls because you know what's better than having two weeks off with your kids at Christmas? Having three. The bickering is at an all time high and I might just lose my mind. The latest batch of tears was caused by one sister going up the stairs in front of the other. I know. THE NERVE.
I'm hoping to escape as soon as I hear my hubby's car in pull into the garage. Wish me luck.