I'm Coming Undone

Man, this holiday is kickin' me. Those fun jeans I made my daughter? Yeh, wrong size. When did she grow and not tell me? We were discussing what size her friend wore (so that I could make her a matching pair) and I found out that she grew a size from what I remember. So now I've gotta somehow get into her room, track down a pair of jeans, and make her another pair. I'm totally cheap that way. The kids don't really need new clothes so I'll just emellish what they've got. (Okay, so I bought the ones that I already made. Drat. And they're the wrong size.)

I totaly cheated and bought a panel of Cars fabric to make Micah a blanket with. He loves that movie and he loves the fabric panel. He loved it right into a great hiding spot and I cannot find it anywhere. So I ended up buying him a Cars pillow to wrap since he won't have the blanket. You know I'll find it about noon on Tuesday, after all the gifts have been opened. I'm so losing my mind.

Don't you just hate last minute gifts? I always try to plan ahead and get everyone checked off the list in a timely fashion. But every year someone sneaks onto the list that I didn't foresee. This year it was my parents' houseguest. They have a Bed & Breakfast and a young lady is renting one of the rooms on a temporary basis until her apartment is refurbished. Since my parents live just across the road the kids have become pretty good frends with her. She was so incredibly kind to get the kids gifts. We're talking electronics, not candy canes. So I feel obligated to gift her as well. I don't know her that well; what does one get your parents' renter? I've never encountered that one before.

I did get some treats for the animals the other day. We have a rat problem at the kennel and it's obviously bigger than I originally thought. Rats freak me out. I bought a huge tub of rat cakes and placed them liberally here and there out of reach of the dogs. They're gone. Every last one of them. I restocked with the second half of the tub. Those are gone, too. I bought the tub of treats two days ago. I'm now beginning to fear for my life, and that of my children. Have you seen Ratatouille? When the old lady shoots out her ceiling? That's what I'm envisioning.

Just because the stress of the holiday is started to build up like a bad wax job on the floor, I rented some movies for the kids and I to watch tonight. A little down time is just what the tired mama needs.