The Queen's Rambles

I feel like everything in my life is so far behind. We have a Christmas countdown on our mantle. Every day Erik pulls off a number and gets to see if we do something fun or yucky, in accordance with an elves evaluation of his behavior the day before. I’m surprised he ever gets to do anything fun, because he spends large parts of the day trying to kill the elf with his light saber.

Point being.

Oh my holy heck! Christmas is coming! I don’t even have my cards out!

I think I have most of my shopping taken care of, but still have to find a spinny scooter for Erik. I was going to order one off Amazon b/c we have a shitload of gift cards from them, but almost all the reviews said they received used obviously used scooters. I guess I need to make a trip to Toys R Us. Nooooo! It would be so much easier if Elsa’s nap time wasn’t smack dab in middle of preschool time.

I suppose I should buy the baby a few Christmas gifts as well, but I am so not motivated to throw my money away. Maybe I’ll buy her some cute outfits and call it good. I almost bought her a big Melissa and Doug princess castle off Zulily yesterday. I know she’s too young, but the price was unbeatable. They were sold out by the time I hit buy, so now I can pout. But not really. She’s too young for it.

We had a great plumber come out Tuesday. He really listened to me and spent a lot of time trying to solve my problem. He said there was no way our water heater needed to be replaced and that our home warranty company would pay for things the other company said wasn’t covered. Problem: he took the stem from the valve that tells the water to go up to the shower head or down to the tub. He was supposed to be back with a new one yesterday and never showed. I am getting quite perturbed. He better show up today or I don’t know what I’m going to do. We have another shower, but it is horrible. It’s tiny, there’s a big window so it’s freezing, and the shower head about blasts the skin off your face while pinning you to the wall. Mike and I can handle it, but we have no way to bathe the children. I don’t bathe them every day, but they’re both getting pretty ripe.

And now the boy is up, so I guess I better get him some breakfast. I forgot to write an activity for today but I did some fast thinking and told Erik that the elf used magic ink that only grown-ups can see. He believed me. Poor kid. What a lying mother he has!