I usually have no problem mining my life for things to write about, but of late, my kids just haven’t been funny. Cute, yes. Funny, no. I think they are in the pre-Christmas ramp-up. You know that oh so short period of time when the kids put aside their differences in hopes of getting on and staying on Santa’s Good List. So, what is a mom to do? Aside from basking in every second of the bicker-less time? Well, not pine for their normal selves, that’s for sure.
My littlest man told me yesterday, “Mama. I love you ssssooooo much. You are the best mama in the world.”
After wrenching my back while running to write that little gem in the baby book as evidence for a later date, I was reminded of the season. “Hey mom, here’s my Christmas wish list.”
So, what to do when the kids aren’t funny? I don’t know, but at the moment I’m vacuuming and trying to convince the little man that he really should wear socks if he doesn’t like the feel of blisters.