Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas to you all! I hope its fun and festive for your families. I am glad for the cold weather that has made it feel like Christmas, the peppermint hot cocoa that has made it taste like Christmas, and all the lights that make it look like Christmas. I am especially glad that I have such fantastic family, near and far, and that I have my own wonderful little family that delights me so often, and vexes me maybe oftener. I am thankful for the gospel of Jesus Christ and wish I were better at sharing. I have good friends and everything I need. What else could I ask for? Well, I am sure that Collin would say I am a little more demanding than I am letting on. So have a great holiday and be safe and know that I am having a Merry Christmas.

As if ONCE isn't enough..

So, I am sleeping peacefully in my bed, when lo and behold, I hear, "Mommy? Mommy? I need some help." Well, Sam had too much koolaid and not enough bathroom time. Apparently. Unfortunately for me, I had piled every extra blanket on his bed, and had to dig to strip it. Seriously, work like that at 1:30 am is enough to make anyone cuss. I refrained, but then I must have been really in control when at 6:05 am, I hear, "Mommy, I think I wet your bed." Isn't there a rule about only one accident a night? Is it really possible that he is so tired (that was his excuse) that he can't wake himself up? I mean I have nightmares about finding toilets. Always have. For example, I am searching for a bathroom, and I find one! Yay! I walk in and it appears to be a locker room or maybe even a dressing room of some sort, and there are like 50 toilets randomly placed around the room. No privacy (who would want that?) and I never can find a clean or functioning pot. Or they are so large, I don't dare sit on it, because I could fit my whole family in that thing. Well, I don't dream about leaving important and very neccessary articles of clothing anywhere but on me, I dream about gross, unwelcoming toilets. I wonder if Samuel does. He no longer likes "SAM" by the way. That isn't what they call him at school, you know. Well, off to bed I go, and if I my sleep gets disturbed, you will know about it.