Midweek Confessions

Hi friends.

Is it just me, or is this one of the longest weeks of the year?

Thankfully, today is "hump day" and marks one week until Christmas...  This time next week, if all goes as planned, I'll be sitting in a pile of tissue paper reeling from too many cinnamon buns (if you have not made these, you MUST do it) with all the people I love most in the world... I think I'm going to make it.

In the meantime, let's celebrate this mid-week with some confessions, shall we?

- Sam calls playing with the nativity "playing God," and I don't correct him because it is just too funny.

- Ever since I published my post about not doing the Elf on the Shelf, Jeff has had a grand ole time making a mockery of my feelings about it by moving the darn Elf into the most absurd and obnoxious places.  Currently, our Elf (who is unnamed) is riding on the back of a neon orange pterodactyl and hanging from the ceiling with chicken wire front and center (as in, you can see it from the road when you drive by at night) in the living room.  It has been there for three days and counting.  My husband is so funny.

- Up until about five years ago, I thought "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus" was a song about an extramarital affair.  #notthebrightestbulbonthetree

And, a little story/confession for you...

- Last week, Sam fell asleep in the car after several days/nights of bad sleep, so I decided to drive to the post office and seal and stamp my Christmas cards in the parking lot before mailing them off by the 5PM deadline.  I thought this through and decided that IF the post office wasn't crowded, and I could get a parking spot right at the very front, it would be OK if I locked Sam in the car and ran inside to buy stamps reallyquick.  It was the perfect plan. Unfortunately, neither of those two conditions were met, and the post office was PACKED.  (I can't imagine why.)

So... What did I do?

Naturally, I sat in the lot like a total creeper just praying that someone I knew would pull in.  Sure enough, about ten minutes later,  a friend of my grandma's drove up...  Without really thinking about how awkward it would be, I promptly jumped out of my car and basically met the unassuming lady at her door.  After we exchanged pleasantries (and she told me what a hurry she was in because she was meeting friends for dinner in an hour), I asked if she could please sit in my car with my sleeping child while I bought stamps.  She agreed (what choice did she have, really?), and I ran inside.  

As if the fact that I made her asked her to do this wasn't bad enough, when I came out about seven minutes later, the poor lady was just standing outside the car (inthefreezingcold) at Sam's window because genius here had forgotten to unlock it for her when I went running into the post office.

She was very nice about the whole thing, but I feel confident that she will run the other direction the next time she sees me out in public.  And, for the record, Sam woke up as soon as I got back in the car = I didn't actually get to stamp and mail any of my cards after all that.

If you'd like to join in, link up your own confession below!  Have a good Wednesday!