Friday, December 21, 2007

Nothin'

I've done nothin'.

Bah humbug!

Here it is the 21st ... and I haven't even started. I just can't seem to get into the mood.

Mr. Farmer and the kids put up the faux Christmas tree, but I still can't get into it.
Friends, family and neighbors have dropped by with copious amounts of cookies, candies and other treats -- and I am still not there yet.

Maybe I need to visit Santa and sit on his lap ... ask for the Christmas spirit ... hmmmm .... but that would mean a trip to the mall and I just don't have it in me. Especially not with the terrorizing AngelBaby in tow ...

She has taken her terrorizing to new levels and I am shy about even leaving the house with her ... actually I am she about staying home with her too.

Case in point; this morning I lug her upstairs and lock her in my room (I was there too!) so that I can take a shower. Now generally she just yammers on and on, occasionally flushing the toilet to SCALD MOMMY catch my attention, unrolling the toilet paper or attempting to flush the entire roll ... you know, usual toddler fun ... I digress ... this morning though, she is very quiet - I know this means trouble but I can only wash rinse and repeat so quickly - I call her name over and over, no answer ... finally I emerge from the shower, still a little soapy, and see that she is GONE. Not in the room. The door is open. Yikes.

Haphazardly I wrap a towel around me and run downstairs (we currently have NO CURTAINS, so this is NOT a pretty sight) only to find AngelBaby with a steak knife in hand attempting to open the Christmas box sent cross-country from Grandma. Scary huh?

Oh ... it gets better!

1. She is naked
2. She has stabbed at least 10-15 holes in to said box
and 3. The Fed-ex guy is standing at the door!

Yep, me in my towel ... a naked AngelBaby wielding a knife ...

Good Times ... really good times ...

Merry Christmas!

Frannie


Even when freshly washed and relieved of all obvious confections, children tend to be sticky. ~Fran Lebowitz


Arise, shine; for your light has come, and the glory of the LORD has risen upon you. For darkness shall cover the earth, and thick darkness the peoples; but the LORD will arise upon you, and his glory will appear over you. Nations shall come to your light, and kings to the brightness of your dawn. Lift up your eyes and look around; they all gather together, they come to you; your sons shall come from far away, and your daughters shall be carried on their nurses' arms. Then you shall see and be radiant; your heart shall thrill and rejoice, because the abundance of the sea shall be brought to you, the wealth of the nations shall come to you. A multitude of camels shall cover you, the young camels of Midian and Ephah; all those from Sheba shall come. They shall bring gold and frankincense, and shall proclaim the praise of the LORD. Isaiah 60:1-6

3 comments:

sobeit said...

Just passing by your blog! Funny story, although I sure it wasn't funny at the time. Anyhow, I hope your spirts are lifted soon! Merry Christmas and have a blessed holiday!

kelli
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TSS said...

Merry Christmas Frannie! Great story about Angel! Haha!

booklady said...

Sorry to hear of your scrooge attack. How did your Christmas go? Glad it's all over? Now the fun part--cleaning up all the mess. Ugh!