Yup, Sean is on his way to England, France and Mauritania. He will be gone for the entire month of December.
I have been pretty busy, and tired. Pooped. Exhausted. You know what? I need exercise. I was hoping to add a second yoga class to my week, but that won't be possible. I can't lose any more work time, with sales finally picking up. I have a skipping rope, but geeez, it's hard to exercise when you're tired even when you KNOW it will make you feel more energetic in the long run. I thought I would tell y'all that I intend to get some exercise and that would make me actually do it. Yoga and skipping, that's the plan. Nag me, somebody.
Another thought: I have been telling my sweet children lies all week. You know the ones. Santa Claus, etc. How can any parent not do this? I know there are parents who feel that their kids have a right to the TRUTH, but me? I am going to fib till they are twenty-one. Right now, they think that Santa asked me to pick up some stuff for him because they spotted some MYSTERIOUS BAGS about. Oh, and Santa has email. "GO AWAY, I AM CHATTING WITH SANTA!"
Every year, on Christmas Eve night, I hang chocolate ornaments on the tree. They are usually eaten before breakfast, most of them, and the boys keep finding them for days hidden among the branches. This year I haven't been able to buy any! So I will probably have to thread some chocolates with gold thread and hang them. Because it's SANTA! It's MAGIC! And we are EXPECTING chocolate ornaments hidden in the tree! I can't just say "There were none in the mall", can I?
Surely I am not the only parent who will go to any extreme to keep the Santa Myth alive?