Today, I am struggling whether or not to blog the truth about yesterday. Or this last month, if I'm honest.... Wondering if I should sugar coat it, dip it in chocolate... sweeten it up a bit before I pour it out on the page. I'm wondering if everyone who reads it, can handle it.
First let me give you a run-down of events. I am in my last push to obtain fundraising and donations for the the Special Olympics, which we, as a hometown club, are hosting next yr on Jan 9th. So I am busy and a little stressed with the responses I have been getting over the last three or four days. But that's just a small part of it. Then there is me. My health. Well..... not the greatest news yesterday, but it's news, it's something to go on, it's plain facts... black and white, it's all self-inflicted. Self-inflicted. Great, another thing I've done that I can beat myself up on. Maybe I'll have some ice cream.
Then there are the kids. What happened to my kids? They are mouthy, entitled, spoiled rotten, defiant little turds these days. Oh... I love them.... there is no doubt in my mind about that.... I just don't LIKE them right now. What a difference a year makes. No more "Santa" in my house. I was sort of relieved last year, when it happened. After all, I was sick of doing all the work and some fat, fictitious guy in a red suit (mostly the guy at the mall) was getting all the credit. Sit back on Christmas morning, watching their little faces glow with excitement, looking at me and saying "SEE Mum? I was good, after all... Santa thought so" I felt like saying "Gee... wonder if Santa kept the receipt for that so he can return it......"
So here we are, this year.... no more Santa. Yes... I felt a little relieved, but I have to be honest, I realize something now...... the fictitious fat guy held more clout that me!!! He really did. Santa! How the hell do you maintain that jolly, holly exterior.... but still manage to instill fear in children's hearts worldwide... thus scaring them into being good for AT LEAST the two weeks prior to Christmas???? I'm lost on this one, cause my children are running around wild, like little savages, talking back, getting bad grades on their "dictae" (you know who I'm talking about), refusing household chores, fighting and screaming at each other and finally... the absolute best... completely and totally ignoring me when and if I attempt to communicate with them!!!!!! But wait! There's more.... last nite, on one of the RARE occasions that they were actually conversing without punching or screaming at each other ... I hear my son say "When I get my "such and such" and my "this" for Christmas, it will be TOTALLY EPIC"....... my daughter replies... "Oh I know.... I'm getting a "such and such" and a "such and such". I cannot wait. You see, now that they are aware of Santa's non-existence, they seem not only a little older and wiser..... they also seem very entitled and sure of themselves. I tried the whole "Christmas is around the corner... and I'd be good if I were you....." got nothing. Nope. They are both hell on wheels and someone, anyone, needs to take gunfire at their back tires. But how? The only thing that comes to mind is that I let them wake up on Christmas morning, with no presents under the tree. But in doing that I risk standing there, @ 8am.... with a coffee in my hand (laced with bailey's) and blurting " see? told yah so. I"M SANTA now...... and SANTA is IN THE HOUSE WITH NO PRESENTS!!! How do you like THEM APPLES!!!!!!!!" and that would just be mean. Or would it?
All I know is that I wish I had Santa's clout.
peace out.
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