I am pretty sure she is thinking “Yah, I look cute but just wait until you see what surprises my diaper holds.”
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I am pretty sure she is thinking “Yah, I look cute but just wait until you see what surprises my diaper holds.”
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I was standing there my mouth hanging wide open. I couldn’t believe it. There on the grassy knoll it was a 1980s flashback. Everyone before me looked just as they did in the mid-1980s but something was horribly wrong. Horribly, horribly wrong.
Instead of seeing a gathering of my childhood memories talking about transvestite PTA moms talking about how they were abused as kids and now were using their PTA meetings as booze fests I was seeing a full scale war. My 1980s talk show heroes were battling each other. It was a steel cage match without the steel cage.
Phil Donahue was reaching for a chair from Geraldo Rivera, who pulled the chair from thin air. He can do that you know make chairs appear from nowhere, while Phil grabbed the chair with one hand while swinging his microphone in the other. The two were trying in vain to take down the tag team of Oprah & Sally Jesse Raphael. Except Oprah had that crazy high hair as a weapon (it could cut a bitch, that hair) & Sally Jesse was able to shoot lasers from her giant red glasses. They were chanting “I am woman, hear me roar!”
I stood watching in horror as the blood letting was underway.
It was mayhem. Pure mayhem.
Then I heard a voice…
Mommy…Mommy…
I was wakened from my nightmare. Gazing at a face way too close to mine and the child who was mere centimeters away wondering if I would make eggs for him. And I took comfort that it was all a dream.
Since waking & reflecting on this dream with the horror that unfolded I have come to realize that I need more sleep and to read more classics.
Also, the 1980s were messed up & why the heck was I watching talk shows then? I was like 7.
Dude that’s messed up.
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Holy global warming! I have roses trying to bloom in December.
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I always tend to feel anxious around any holiday or holiday celebration, as in the “This is going to be a beautiful freaking holiday dang it!!” crazy woman feeling. In many ways it is my anxious nature that makes it easier for me to appreciate the Advent season. I know that sounds contradictory but hey I am often a walking contradiction! Why change now?!
Anyway, my point is if I ever had one (who knows anymore) that the intentional slowing down helps to keep our family and our home in a state of anticipation, building up slowly and taking time to reflect on the meaning of why we are waiting. As of now the Advent wreath is out. The Jesse Tree is hung on the door. A fresh evergreen wreath is up on the door complete with a big red bow. Oh, how I love the smell of fresh evergreen! And I have begun to laminate everything in sight for the kids to use as part of learning about Advent. I found a great collection of ideas for Advent including printables like the Advent 2011 calendar above at O Night Divine. There are also some great ideas for the Christmas season too there.
Also, I may have even broken my own no Christmas music before Christmas rule (which was a practically impossible rule anyway when I think about it) with a CD set of instrumental Celtic Christmas & Advent music we got from Target. Truth be told, I am jonesin’ for more. Shhh…don’t turn me into the music police! I couldn’t help it. Yet, even with breaking my own rules as the world around us continues to rush forward we are slowing down to take in the small moments together as a family, creating memories rooted in our traditions and that feeling of something big being around the corner is building within us. It is a beautiful feeling for this anxious lady.
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