All I want for Christmas is..

Could you wrap up a few spare hours everyday..top it with a pretty bow and add my name to the tag, please???

This blog usually includes the glossy shiny tidbits of our life. Today, I interject a bit of honesty, and a dash of complaint. Time has been escaping us on many levels lately. Duh. I'm sure that's not an uncommon phenomenon unique to me. We've all got shopping to do, 40+ hour jobs to accomplish, kids to parent, etc. Yet, on top of it all, I have suddenly become a (temporarily) single parent for the most part...with a rather large house for sale. There isn't a lot of spare moments in each day, not that there ever was before...but...
I'm just saying..'woe is me.'

Things one should not do, to save oneself time:
1. Prepare a house late Sat. night for the open house the next day. (the open house that conveniently requires one be away from my house for three hours during the-kid-that-doesn't-sleep-anywhere-but-a-crib's typical naptime). I knew while conducting it, that the cleaning binge was stupid and probably not worthwhile... and the next morning proved it. My tornadic toddler had me moving in a full circlular pattern redoing it ALL the next day. (can you say, don't leave a spare crayon laying around???) And... then to learn that only neighbors stopped by during the open house anyway. I'd just like to charge for the decorating ideas that everyone states they are seeking. Go away, there are stores for that.

2. In the morning, searching for the lost phone and remembering it was next to the treadmill. Walking out to discover a crazy but beautiful turtle dove stuck inside the glass sunroom!! (there's room to sneak in through the gate) It took a good hour of him taking flight and crashing into the windows before helping him escape.

3. Shivering in the cold (& barefoot) to deliver the trashbins to the street on trash day -- and dumping it over. Cursing at the kitty litter and other weeks worth of debris on the driveway (but narrowly missing a dent to the car!)

4. Heading out to return the gifts purchased which I tried on at home only to discover that they were skinny teeny bopper size - and not at all appropriate for my very tall, yet slim recipient. And getting stuck in traffic for 40 minutes worth of stop & go. And, losing my keys at the playland for another 20 minutes of hide-and-seek fun.

5. Nor should one spend several hours a night waiting for the prowlers breaking into the house. There ARE some challenges to having an insanely imaginative mind, no??? There are also cats that should be locked in a cupboard so that they don't climb the Christmas tree and make such haunting noises. And, a dog that should lay down already..and stop pacing with her nails clicking on the gosh darn hard floors. And a Mama that should remember to pull the crib gate up after 19 months, so that it doesn't freak the kid out. And a toddler that should stop touching the "buttons" already - & turning on the spare bedroom alarm clock that then go off at the default of... MIDNIGHT.

Doug says I'm tired and it's catching up to me. I think he's right. Giggle. As a solution to all this and the visitation I must do for my job, we're scheduling Kenzie to be with her father for the two weeks following Christmas. (sounds like we're serarated to say that!!) And, in reference to all the whining about the above -- Can you imagine the horror, apprehension, and the tears building up already to be without the dear, sweet Kenzie Doodle for two weeks.

I ask for time. I'm gonna get plenty of it. And. That. Sucks.
I'm just saying...'woe is me.'

**(Fair is fair and Doug deserves Kenzie for awhile. And Kenzie deserves her daddy, nana & poppy. But, this is my blog. It's all about me when I want it to be!)