Okay...maybe not quite that dramatic of a title is necessary. But, as I look at all the presents that need to find homes, the kitchen that needs to be cleaned and the laundry that needs to be done, I could use a nap and it isn't even noon!
I can't find my household, yellow rubber gloves. I vaguely remember M2 asking if she could borrow them so she could wash her rocks/do surgery on her dolls/pick up something icky...but she doesn't know what she did with them and neither do I. I had three pairs, but today? Zero. My beautiful manicure which has lasted a week will be gone in 3 minutes if I put my bare hands in soapy dishwater. Hubs has been promising he will 1) wash the dishes (that was at least three sinkloads ago) and 2) wash the damn dogs for WEEKS so I'm not holding my breath that if I don't wash what doesn't go in the dishwasher that I will be a member of the Shiny Sink Brigade anytime soon. I think I will use part of the Christmas money my Aunt and Uncle gave us to take the dogs to the Wash Your Dog place and do it myself. I'm tired of waiting, tired of smelling them and sick of asking. I won't pay the dorks at the dog wash place to wash them because M2 could do a better job! I refuse to wash them myself here because of the God awful mess it makes in my bathroom. I wish dogs could go on deployments with their masters because I'd send at least one of them. I dearly love the whole weeks-leading-up-to-deployment where we just have to pretend he's already gone because he's not planning on doing anything else until he leaves. Maddening.
The girls had a lovely Christmas. Santa was amazing in his ability to find each and every thing on their lists (within reason), but I'm willing to bet the Elves and Mrs. Claus had more to do with it than Santa. If there are more households like ours where the kids only write up their lists a couple of weeks in advance, it probably puts the North Pole in a tailspin. If Santa zones out three months before 'go time', poor Mrs. Claus must really work her tail feathers off to be sure no little girls and boys are disappointed. I wonder if she ever loans any of her elves to the lower 48?
I'm going on one more search for my household gloves and if I can't find them, it's bye-bye beautiful nail polish...
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