I Did All That?

Superwoman isn't the one in the high heels looking awesome while she does her house chores.
That's just...I don't know, Incurably Cheerful Woman or something.
No...this is Superwoman:

"I did all that?"

Superwoman is the one who does it all without getting angry even though she's so tired it's painful to keep her eyes open. Plus, she's on her period and dealing with a cold that is making her voice all crazy.
Yet somehow (how?!), she managed to clean the entire house, wash the dishes, do the laundry, rearrange furniture, organize cupboards, and make a treat for some guests coming tonight.
Oh yeah, and clean up poopy Mr. Ender and nurse a teething baby. That counts for a lot.


I don't expect much sleep tonight, but tomorrow, after my visiting teachers come, after I feed everybody, after after after...


...maybe someday I'll get a nap...

Blast From the Past: Imaginary Friends

It seems most kids' stories of imaginary friends are sweet and nostalgic, like the video for this beautiful song suggests.

My story is very different. It is dark and morbid. 

I was always jealous of Rae's imaginary friend. Clausha. She looked something like this, Rae said: 

I know, she's so weird! But I thought she was the coolest thing. Rae told us that Clausha was an alien. Clausha told stories about her planet and always had so much fun with Rae. 

I wished Clausha were my imaginary friend. 

Since I couldn't have her (Rae was adament we couldn't share), I made up my own. 

Elaine, with her golden ringlets and flouncy pale green dress, was so perfect. 

I felt sure Elaine was better than Clausha. My imaginary friend was real, not an alien. 

Elaine hid in the hallway linen closet so I could have her all to myself. 

Whenever I was alone, I snuck away to the closet, opened the cupboards, and talked with her. 

But pretty soon all I did was stare at her. 

She had such perfect hair. 

She even had green eyes to match her green dress.

I wanted that dress. 

I wanted her hair, too. 

As punishment for having what I wanted, I left her alone in the linen closet for a very long time.

When I finally visited her, weeks later, I told her she could leave. 

And she did. 

And then what did I do? I arranged secret meetings with Clausha.

What does that say about me??? Hahaha! 

O, Christmas Letter, We Ever Forget Thee...

I love reading family Christmas letters! Oh, and individual-letters like what Lynnae did. I'm impressed! I've NEVER done a Christmas letter!
I imagine it will happen someday. Probably before I know it. Someone will say "Hey, I loved your Christmas letter!" And I go, OH! It finally happened!
Nahh....hahaha, that must be the crummy joke of the day. I'm foggy-brained today both from sleepiness and EXCITEMENT (wonderful Jenn is bringing my Blendtec blender today!!!! EEEEEE!!!!)

*ahem*

Back to the topic: our Christmas letter this year is not really something I care about. I mean, I'd rather say "Merry Christmas! Follow my blog or email me or whatever. Love, Q."

At the same time, I love the tradition of New Year's Resolutions (having it as part of my birthday probably helps a ton). It's just funny to me what things I resist.

I resist (for no particular reason):

• free-style cooking/baking (I LOVE to measure everything out, it's like...fun)
• Christmas Letter writing (bah humbug)
• starting an Etsy shop (it's a good idea...)
• Weekly schedule program additions. As in, stuff I "should" do every week with my kids. I take Ender to the Bean Museum to see the live animals (we don't care about the story time part, it's all about the animals) pretty much every week, and we go to the library just about weekly, too. And I feel like a darn good mom for doing just that. Join a playground group? No. Enroll him in some kid activity thing? Ugh. It's probably safe to say I won't be a ...what are they called? Those moms who are more involved in their kids' schools than the kids are? 
• Things with deadlines. 

That's it for now! :)