My beautiful and talented oldest daughter is having a drawing on her blog. She was inspired by Meg who had a wonderful craft night last year (that I missed!) and made lovely seed bead ornaments. (but Meg made me one anyway so I didn't miss out totally!)
You can WIN one for yourself and one for a friend! To enter go to Alex's blog and leave a comment.
I think you get TWO chances to win if you BLOG about it too (like me!). It's that simple.
Thanks for checking out my girl! (She also has a really cool weekly blog post she does on Mondays!)
Today is the day. Presents HAD to get wrapped so we hid in our bedroom, door locked.
2 minutes into it - knocking and pounding on our bedroom door.
3 minutes into it - severe knocking and screaming/pounding. Sounds like the walls might cave in.
"WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING IN THERE????"
Wrapping presents. Go away. (a funny story one of my friends told me runs through my head) ;)
4 minutes into it - Eric hides his face at the way I wrap. Turns out Mr. Perfection Pants really cringes when you don't wrap with nice, tiny creases and smooth edges. I was in a time crunch. Who has time for pretty packages? This cannot take 4 hours.
8 minutes into it - Mr. Perfection Pants gets a wild hair and starts labeling the sloppily wrapped packages with things like
To Pammy Wammy...From Mommy and Daddy
To Luci-Guci...From Grandparents Decker
To Car-Car...From Beth and Lucy
To Peck (old high school nickname)...From Ma and Pa Decker
Needless to say I've stopped reading the package labels at this point.
15 minutes into it - notes begin appearing under the door.
"Mom - Can I use wrapping paper? Love Lucy" (and sealed with wax...which means she has been playing in the candle.)
"May I use glitter in the basement?" (on the OFF chance I'm so pre-occupied that I don't realize what I'm saying YES to?)
"Write your Answer Here" (insert huge green sharpie arrow)
30 minutes into it - the only container of scotch tape I could find is empty. I rummage through the whole house looking for more. I KNOW I've purchased 6...count them - 6!!! - different tapes in the last few weeks. Now I can't find any.
33 minutes into it - I'm using packing tape to close packages. Mr. Perfection Pants is about to have a heart attack and his blood pressure is rising. He cannot handle the crumpled packages. He tries to show me how to cut the tape so it will look nice on the package. But, between knocking on the door and more notes arriving under the door, there is no way I'm taking the time to make smooth edges. Sorry Mr. PP. This job needs to be over. Like ASAP.
45 minutes into it - We near completion of wrapping packages. There is a pile of red polka-dotted and striped boxes that look like a 6 year old wrapped them. Unfortunately I don't have a 6 year old to blame it on.
Throughout this whole charade Christmas music is playing on Pandora. The words "Simply having a wonderful Christmas time" are swimming in my head over and over.
As of now, everyone is alive, the packages are under the tree and my basement was not used in a glitter experiment.
for some reason a whole bunch of things landed right during this week and it isn't even Christmas stuff!
so tonight i am bailing on my computer, forgetting about all the unread, unattended to emails and heading downstairs to join my family by the fire and curl up with a book on the couch next to my honey.
My trash seems to be some little people's treasure. Seriously, I handed one of the girls an empty scotch tape dispenser to put in the trash and they looked at me and said, "Oh man, I was thinking about what I could make out of THAT!"
A few minutes earlier we had an angel appear. Not really an angel of the Lord that you might expect this time of year but an angel nonetheless.
I'm thinking that's why I found an empty tape dispenser? And I'm pretty sure that paper plate was trash.