Take cover!!

Sheets.

We all have them, but never talk about them. At least I don't. But maybe we should. Here. Now. Go!

I don't pay attention to the "thread count" of my sheets. I don't really know what thread counts means exactly. Maybe it means how many threads there are in the fabric itself? Or maybe it means how many threads were used to sew around the edges? And who exactly is counting them? What if they are lying.
I'm sure I could google it, but honestly, I don't really think about it. And really, don't care. The horror. Yes, I know. I know.

Guess what else.

I heard someone talking the other day. She mentioned that she irons her sheets. What the....? Seriously? I rarely iron my husband's shirts, much less our sheets. That just seems like a waste of time if you ask me. You are just going to sleep in them.

Plus my bottom sheet is always super wrinkly because I never know how to fold it the right way. There has got to be a trick to do it. Maybe once every 3 months I can get it to look right. But most of the time it just looks like I simply rolled it up and called it quits. That is exactly what I did. I would never do that.

No, wait. Yes I would. I wouldn't iron it. Heck no!

My sheets don't always match. Kids don't care. I don't care. Hubs doesn't care.

They are sheets, people.

I will say this, though. I must have a bottom and a top sheet. Something about crawling into a bed that has a cool sheet on both the bottom and the top. And nothing more annoying than a Hubs who likes to sleep on top of the top sheet. Ugh!

Oh, and I hate it when the bottom sheet comes loose in the middle of the night and I wake up to an uncovered corner. When that happens, I can't go back to sleep because I can't stop thinking about the uncovered corner. And I can't really fix it without waking Hubs. That is less of a problem when you have deep cornered sheets, but still pops up once and a while.

Sheets make good tents. Large, but not heavy. They allow the perfect amount of light to come through and yet provide a great shelter. They also make good pretend carpet when playing house...or so I've been told.

Sheets...

...tell me about yours.

Let's re-think reading, shall we?

I've always encouraged my kids to read.

Apparently my 2 year old just can't get enough.

Reading...check.

Clean-up...Fail!

So I Married A Deaf Man: He's a worm

Don't you love visiting family?

The chatting, the catching up, the food, the not seeing my kids for hours at a time and knowing that they are safe because chances are they are with 5 other cousins, more chatting, more food...it's all great. I love it.

It is always loud. It is always crazy. It is always fun!!

This weekend, we were going to be heading north to visit family. We were waiting until the end of the week because I have to work Thursday night. Well, Hubs doesn't have to work and so the kids begged him to take them early. He agreed. They are so excited.

I am so excited. This means a whole day...by myself. Just me and my walls. The ones that my son has deemed his canvas. Unless some of my nearby friends wanna go out for dinnah? Anyone? But I digress....

As I was talking to Hubs about this trip he showed me the books that he was going to bring with him.

"Books?" you ask. "On a family trip?"

You see, Hubs' experience is a little different than mine.

When he was growing up, he would go visit others and his mom would have to interpret for him. Well, I can tell you from my own experience that this can get tiresome. So many times he was left to his own accord. It was then that he started to bring books to these family visits.

A little less appealing. A little less exciting. A little less fun.

My family has learned some ASL, but it is choppy at best. He is super patient and super smiley. And they try really hard, but there is a limit to what they can say and how long conversations can last. Once it is over, he heads to the books.

Doesn't it make you love him that much more? Wait a second. Why are you loving my Hubs?!? It's okay, you can love him.

And now....

...for those walls.

Yes. No...I mean yes...no, no.

Tweens....you gotta love them.

Mine is wonderful at times and ummm....less wonderful at others.

It is hard being stuck in between wanting to do the older stuff but still enjoying the little-er stuff. What to choose? What to do?

I was sitting with my tween yesterday talking to him about his Christmas.

"Did you have a good Christmas?" I asked.
"Ummm. Not really. I didn't get any toys." was his reply.
"Huh? You didn't? What toy did you ask for?" I asked.
"Well, I didn't ask for a toy. But still. I don't have anything to play with." he muttered back.

Forget about the Wii game, and the football, and the other Wii game and, and, and...

The real issue was that his two little brothers got these football uniforms, complete with helmet and shoulder pads. We didn't get it for him because we weren't sure he was really going to want it. Turns out he did.

As our conversation moved on, I mentioned that next year I thought it would be fun and interesting to do homemade gifts. My sister and her family did that one year as have many in the blogging world. I like the idea.

He did not.

How do I know this? He told me as much.

"If you do that, Mom, everyone will hate you."

Homemade gifts it is!!

Christmas on Saturday

Merry Christmas to you all!!

Was it a great day in your house?

We slept in this morning. Until 5:30am, which is a little later than last year. We were done unwrapping by about 6:15am. What a whirlwind. But, besides the Tasmanian devil stopping by my living room this morning, all are happy as can be.

My only complaint? I need another Saturday.

I think that when Christmas falls on a Saturday, then that year should have an extra Saturday. Surely we could work something out, right? They have Leap year. That is an extra day every 4 years. Who came up with that? Probably some guy's wife.

Why do I need another Saturday?

Because Saturday is a special day, the day we get ready for Sunday. And I am promising you  because this Saturday was such an extra special day, I am so not ready for Sunday.

I would make a list of things that I needed to do, but the list would be too long.

So, for the understatement of the year, I need another Saturday. Like, tomorrow.

Yes??

That's what I thought.

See ya at church!!

Need an Elf fix?

It must be said.

Regardless of whether you agree with me or not, Elf is one of the all time funniest Christmas movies ever made. It is.

I haven't watched it yet this year because I have been saving it. Saving it for the best day of the year. Christmas Eve!! Whoot!!! And now it is here.

We have lots planned here today. Games, cooking, playing, maybe a nap, more playing, eating, singing, dancing, etc. But you can bet somewhere in there Elf will appear.

So I thought that instead of trying to make you all laugh, I would let Buddy do it for me.My favorite part is: "I'm singing! I'm singing!! I'm in a store and I'm SINGING!!!"



Have a very Merry Christmas, my friends. Really. Do!!

Wrappin' up the Holiday!

I have a weird obsession.

It is Christmas wrapping paper. I love it! All of it. Doesn't matter if it is red or green, patterned or plain, religious or secular, traditional or modern. I love them all.

I have a ton of paper, too. I am not kidding.

Hubs and I wrapped presents the other night alone, thanks to my brother and sister-in-law giving me the best present ever...a night without children. (That sounds awful. What kind of mother says that? A tired one. That would be Me!) I slept 10 hours. 10 hours people!! Thanks guys! But I digress.

 I wrapped most the gifts and not once did I use the same wrapping paper. Not once. That is 3 gifts per child and that is 5 children. Plus I had several left to choose from.

This year I only allowed myself to buy one roll. One. It was hard. Excruciating. I had to walk away as soon as I grabbed the roll. I haven't been into the Christmas section since. I avoid it altogether. Hobby Lobby is a big no-no because they have the best, sturdiest and largest selection of paper you can imagine.

Birthday wrapping paper...couldn't care less. In fact, I prefer bags. Fast, easy and no tape involved. The same is true for baby showers, Valentines day and any other occasion that would require wrapping paper. The obsession is just the Christmas type.

My preference is the kind that has the lines on the back. That way I feel like a professional gift wrapper. Nah, professional gift wrappers have to ration their tape. Yeah, I don't do that. At all!

If I was smart, I would wait until the end of the season and get them on sale...then I could get more. So much more.

But I am not smart. You see, once all the packages have been opened and all my beloved wrappings ripped into a million pieces and scattered all over the floor, the excitement is gone. I don't even think about it again until the next September, when they break out the Christmas stuff!

Then it begins all over again.

My point?

I'm a helpless addict.

P.S. If you should need some wrapping for Santa gifts, I am so your gal. Merry Christmas!

Hooking up with Jenny Matlock today. Got a holiday post? Link up baby!