When I was about three I would wake up when I heard one of my parents get up and go start their shower in the bathroom. Then, I'd proceed to get out of bed with my blanket and pillow and lay on the hallway floor right in front of the bathroom door. In retrospect, I can't believe they never stepped on me.
I say this not because either of my children are emulating this habit - no, no. It's the dog. He splays himself right.in.front. of the door. On more then one occasion I have either almost crushed his ribcage or sent myself flying in my effort to avoid crushing his ribcage. If he wasn't so freaking obsessed with me I'd say he was trying to kill me. That poor dog. All he wants is for me, specifically, to love him. And most of the time all I want is for him to take his fish-breath and shed-tastic self elsewhere. Sigh. Maybe that's why he's trying to do me in.
On another note. It's almost Christmas! Wonderboy went to his Holiday Store at school yesterday and got us all presents. I have to say, it's one of the cutest things. He gets SO excited about what he has picked out for everyone. We MUST open these things as soon as we get home. I think if I ever suggested we wait his little head would just pop off. This year I got a giant Christmas pen. Seriously, it's like a foot long, and it's covered in Christmas trees. I brought it to work. Everyone is very jealous.
Every time I tell Pixie we are doing something Christmas related - seeing Santa, getting a tree, decorating the tree, etc. - she asks, "Is it Christmas?" Every.Single.Time. Someone asked her what she wanted for presents this year and she said, "Everything, of course!" Hey, go big or go home, right?
I honestly can't believe this year is almost over. I don't know who is messing with the space-time continuum, but I wish they'd cut it out. I didn't accomplish everything I set out to when this year began. But I think in the past few months (thank you, therapy) I'm starting to work some shite out. It's a welcome feeling.
Whenever The Mr. makes a wish - star, bday, what have you - his wish is always the same. He wishes for Good Things. That is my wish for all of us, and all of you - my bloggy friends, as this year comes to a close and a new one begins.
Good Things.
