Before having children, I used to think how fun it would be to fill those Christmas stockings and Easter baskets for my little blessings from above. Fast forward 4 years into doing these little activities and I am just about over it. I will continue of course, but I just got back from the grocery store and Target and probably spent $50.00 on junk...just to put in Reagan and Gracen's Easter basket. I try to find a balance between a few useful things, "Christian" things, and girly things that Reagan will really enjoy. It is a struggle and it is expensive. I also just spent an hour filling about 60 eggs with candy for Reagan's party on Wednesday and other Easter egg hunts that we will attend. Crazy the things we do for our kiddos! I certainly did not want to spend my morning hunting for Easter basket stuff and filling eggs with candy...not after the weekend I had.
Life is perfectly orchestrated where there is some holiday or expensive event every month. Start with the big ones...October is Halloween, November is Thanksgiving, December is Christmas, January is Reagan's birthday and my nephew's birthday, February is Valentines, March/April is my Dad's birthday, my birthday, my niece's birthday, and Easter, May is my other niece's birthday, Gracen's birthday, Mother's Day and Graduations gifts, etc., etc., etc. Every single month has something pretty big....very clever Hallmark or whoever invented all this mess. Well done, in pulling me in to your master plan of taking all my money.
The bad thing is that I really cannot stop the madness. Reagan is already talking about what might be in her Easter basket. She would be so disappointed if the Easter bunny forgot her house.
Another rant, my children have lost their minds. Gracen hasn't been sleeping...at all...and now Reagan is wetting the bed again. She has wet the bed 3 times in the last week. It seems like just hours after getting Gracen settled, Reagan is standing by my side of the bed, soaking wet from the waist down. Oh, the inhumanity of having to change all the bed linens at 3:30 in the morning. I am so ready for a good night sleep. I mean like 12 hours. I want to lay down at 8:00 p.m. and not be bothered until 8:00 a.m. Seriously! Is that too much to ask?
A third rant....the mess in my house. Children definitely live here. Why do they insist on dragging out every thing in every cabinet and off every bookshelf. I am tired of picking up and my back hurts.
Ok, I feel better.
Maybe my next post will be more positive.