Most folks my age (51) who I know, don't have children in the single digit ages. The least one is 8 and she and her other similarly aged siblings (12 and 14) are being rotten in a Christmas-like fashion today. Every time the phone rings they key up their voices, and it's all I can do to hear myself talk. Fortunately the phone's not ringing overmuch. And considering that the other children (17, 19, 21, 23 and 25) have a little more self-control, it's not too wild around here. But who cares, really? It's Christmas!
Lots of excitement with the big day being only a week away. Same at most other homes with kids, here being no exception! I'll make plans to take them to the dollar store soon to shop for *their person*. The kids exchange names and it's a big deal to pick out things, even on a shoestring. Always fun. And we have this huge stocking that they put their gifts in, but somehow, that's gone missing along with our ceramic Santas. Not sure how that happens, but considering the condition of our attic, I shouldn't be too surprised.
As for now, I'm drinking a cup of Lady Grey and thinking about stuff. Figuring out how to not get frazzled (have done well so far) and truly enjoy the Season. It's all in managing the frantic moods that sweep over me. You know what I mean.
Enjoy your day! Think I might have to dig out 'Prancer' to watch. Time for a Sam Elliott fix. And, yes, I do have the dialogue memorized. :)
