It’s Friday and I am pooped!
I currently serve as head homeroom mother in Stevie’s kindergarten class and today (Friday) is the Class Christmas Party. So that means I have loaded up on blood pressure medicine and a couple of tylenol for good measure.
Oh I kid.
I have been busy filling 22 treat bags with all manner of treat bag stuff like markers, erasers, gum, coloring books and candy. After that I got a wild hair up my you-know-what and decorated an ornament for each child with their name and the Kindergarten class and year on it. That little venture took about 2 hours longer than I had planned.
Me and my big ideas.
I actually enjoy volunteering in his classroom. It gives me a chance to get to know the kids and it is one of the best forms of entertainment on the planet.
Then, later on this evening, McDaddy and I have a holiday party to attend. It is an annual shin-dig that we look forward to each year. The kiddos will stay with a sitter, and we will enjoy an evening without wiping bottoms, repeating ‘you have to share’ and ‘don’t touch that’.
Then another party on Saturday.
A basketball game on Sunday.
A Christmas program at church on Sunday.
Seriously, does it ever stop?
Tis the season.
Even though I feel like I am so far behind on all holiday related tasks, I love every single thing about the holidays. I just wish I had more time.
Since I have so much on my to-do list today, I decided to take it easy and play along with Island Life’s Aloha Friday.
You know the drill. I ask a simple question. You answer it. Today’s question is…
What is your favorite Christmas memory?
I have lots of favorite memories, but perhaps my fondest memory is waking up on Christmas morning before anyone else was awake to look at the goodies Santa left for me.
My other fondest memory is the year my mom numbered each gift with a number instead of a name because a certan nosey little girl always tried to pick the tape from the end of the gifts. Which would have been a great idea if she hadn’t lost the master list. You can imagine my surprise when I opened the KISS album when I was 8 years old that was intended for my brother. Likewise, my brother was not thrilled when he opened my Hello Kitty Diary.
Happy Friday Ya’ll!