I missed a few days of blogging. It wasn’t because I was ungrateful or didn’t have anything to blog about but rather because it was stressing me out. While I love to sit down and blog, with everything I had going on, it was one of those little things.
And no offense…
But my loyal readers… all five of you… are not worth stressing me out.
I say that with the most love possible.
This morning, Thing 3 and I got up at o’dark thirty and were to Dunkin’ Donuts at 5:30 where we enjoyed a donut and hot chocolate before we headed over to Kmart. They opened at 6.
We sat in the car until the line got in the door.
We didn’t need anything, but it was a rite of passage for him. You see, he became an elf last year — meaning he found out the truth about Santa.
In our house, when you figure it all out, you become an elf. My kids eat. that. up.
Anywho, since Thing 1 (who began this tradition with me several years ago) moved on this year and volunteer with the Drumstick Dash, Thing 3 gladly stepped in and took his place.
We are home, an hour later, complete with paper in hand to view the ads (I refuse to look online… i need a paper copy) and plopped on the couch.
We are both in need of a nap.
I don’t know when Thing 1 and the hubs will be home. I need to wake Thing 4 up in about a half hour to get the little things to their mother’s for a few hours.
I think I’ll just let Thing 2 sleep.
The turkey will need to go in around 11.
My parents and grandma will be here sometime this morning.
Other dinner guests will arrive late afternoon.
But I plan on sitting here, on my couch, for as long as possible to watch the parade and just bask in my blessings.
I must see Santa arrive in the parade.
I leave this photo with you…
Give Thanks. He could be yours.
Have a wonderful Thanksgiving!
Until next time…
Hope you had a great Thanksgiving! Great pic, I would wear it out shopping.