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I have got to change something before I lose what little is left of my mind.  I’ve left the house exactly twice in the last two weeks without children in tow.  Prior to that was Margo and I’s quick trip to Strawberry Chapel.  Yes, that’s it.  I haven’t even been able to escape to the grocery store alone and well, that’s just sad.

I need some time out and alone before I end up on the news.  A couple hours away from Mr. I’m Cutting Four Teeth Just as I Decide to Establish My Independent Nature would probably do a world of good.  When I’m worn out from the boys’ antics my tendency is to close rank and not leave the house with them, so aside from errands for absolute necessities, none of us have left the house in the past week.

I’m looking forward to Sunday evening, but I think something else needs to open up, fast.

I’m also out of books, so we’re reaching critical mass here folks, critical mass.

Ignore any news blurbs about crazy women in Moncks Corner, it simply wasn’t me.

I love that my children love their grandparents.  I do not like the children they become after the grandparents have packed their bags and fled half a continent away.

They’ve had gobs of candy, not enough sleep, and enough unconditional attention to turn the sweetest child rotten.

Schedules, healthy meals, naps, and rules.

Today we return to normal.

Pray for me.  I’ll need it.

I need a swift kick in the rear. I do not want to finish putting together this tree. I need someone to keep my company, it’s so boring. I started with good intentions on Sunday evening, we put on carols, had eggnog, and even let the kids play around.

Then reality set in.

I put the lights away so carefully last year, inspecting to make sure each strand lit properly, wound them carefully so they wouldn’t form an impenetrable mass of tangle. I unpacked the box to find a full two thirds of the strands quit working in storage.

Can someone explain this to me?

Does anyone want to run to Big Lots for more lights?

How do you keep a toddler from thinking the strings of light are candy?

My three year old thinks the decorations are light sabers.

My heart just isn’t in this, right now.

My son is lost in a world of firefighters, trains, cars and if you listen closely, squirrels. He’s been parking and arranging his toys for about an hour and I love that he can become so involved in his play.

I thought I’d share this article, I think it raises some excellent points.

Truce Teachers Toy Guide