Life With Boys

In our house Matt insists we have to wait for the arrival of “The Great Turkey” before the Christmas season can commence. That doesn’t mean we haven’t already been asked for wish lists and that the boys don’t change their minds daily about the Santa gift thing. (We’ve told them that they can only ask Santa for ONE item, so they better make it a good one. Morgan insists he wants a remote control flying t-rex — I keep telling him that Santa’s elves don’t know how to make one of those — how ’bout a T-Rex instead. Now Tyler — who knows, I would automatically assume it would be dinosaurs, but so far that’s not on the list of possibilities — but it better be because Santa has been stock-piling dinosaurs all year.)

As for me — I said patio doors, a fireplace mantle, stuff off of my Amazon list. What do I really want? Merry Maids to come clean my house at least monthly. A personal chef. Most of all, I want time — time to work on my stalled web project, to clean and organize my disaster riddled craft room, time to use the scrapbook tools I’ve accumulated, time to focus on the kids without having all the other demands calling to me. Yes, I know you can make time, I’m just not doing a very good job at it — sleep is just too precious these days.

Scott — finish up that neutrino non-sense and get busy on a project that will make you the hero of every woman in the world.