I've always been "that" mom. You know, the one who decorates after the Thanksgiving dinner dishes are done. The one who plays Christmas music while cleaning house without complaint, often with help from my strangely compliant
Yeah. That WAS me. Until this year.
I've got 3 kids under 6. I've got a full-time job and a husband with at 2-hour commute. I've got to pay daycare before I can think about getting the Christmas toys out of layaway hock at Toys R Us Hell. I got rid of my 12-year old K-mart fake-o tree this summer, so I still don't have a tree up, though do hope to remedy that on Thursday. I don't have a single light on the house either.
And I failed. Of all the things in the closet, I did at least put out the Advent calendar, and the "elves" have been visiting every night. Except last Saturday night. Because I suck enormous hairy donkey testicles and had a huge brain-fart. I FORGOT. And poor Divo was crushed becuase the elves thought he was bad and did not bring him any candy so I "had" to use one of my 2 calls to the North Pole to rectify the sich-u-a-shun. So the elves decided that the boys really were good and brought them goodies at naptime. Which should have been a dead give-away, but I suppose since I said I was in the garage the whole time cleaning my car and said car is now clean...
So I'm not "In the Mood". Yet. I'm hoping, but it could have gone the way of the unicorn.