Today’s pretty much a wrap. If I’m going to endeavor to create the illusion of a happy morning mom, I guess I should catch some zzzz’s before midnight.
Bright and early tomorrow morning, I will be chatting with the receptionists who thinks I sleep my days away. I at least need to wake up in time to shower and apply eye brightening makeup.
You know, the nap in a stick.
Not the yellow kind, the makeup kind.
Friends and chance readers alike, I fear I am on the verge of Cabin Fever. Let’s not forget what happened in The Shining. I need to get out!
This has nothing to do with highlighter.
God must have known about my cabin fever, because a kind pastor’s wife from the next town over let me know that her church was hosting a parent’s night out.
I did the dance of joy.
My kids will eat candy, they’ll watch a movie, and play with friends. I will GO OUT.
I know I need to get out, mainly because I’ve stopped caring that we still have Christmas lights on our porch. FringeKid keeps turning them on until I freak. We mustn’t call attention to our laziness with blinking lights and neon signs. This town already thinks I sleep all day.
In all fairness, who wants to hang off of a ladder in the snow?
Apparently not FringeMan.
The kids are still a little short.
Speaking of short…
We have a mouse in the house. I was calmly sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cup of tea and thawing my insides, when I suddenly heard tiny scratching sounds. I assumed it was a bug. Colossal cockroaches scurried through my brain – cold resistant cockroaches.
But it was a mouse. A little black mouse.
The roaches in my head ran.
I actually think I scared the mouse more than he scared me.
As if that’s possible.
Because I wasn’t thinking rationally, I called FringeMan on his cell.
Where is my night in shining armour when I need him?
Not taking down the Christmas lights. That’s for sure.
If I weren’t so happy about parent’s night out, I would be mad at the mouse in my house.
I am not mad; I am happy.
On that happy note…
Goodnight night bloggy friends.
Depends on when you are reading. Either way, I’ll be up, because I don’t sleep too much. Nope. I’ll be up and working. Yup. I’ll flash you morse code in Christmas lights.
M-E-A-W-A-K-E M-E-W-O-R-K -I-E
I think the crack on my head earlier did some damage. The fireplace was in my way.