On the Fourth Day Of Christmas, Dear Santa Gave to Me……

Welcome to Day 4 of The Twelve Days of Christmas (to be “read” like the song)  – Dances with Chaos style……………

I know, so incredibly original the concept blows your mind – Matrix style. This will be usurping the usual Tacklerism Tuesday and “What the frak?” Friday segments until completed.

On the fourth day of Christmas, dear Santa gave to me:

Four hours of sleep,

Three spares in a row,

Two darling hellions angels,

And a brand new pack of 2 ply tee-pee.

Because somehow you realize at 12:15 AM you’re out of cat food and Computer God must make an emergency run to the grocery store.

After his previous required return to work for the noise canceling headphones he left behind.

And the camera battery is not in the camera bag and is instead applying for residence in your friend’s purse – at her house.

And you have an early flight the next morning.

And you still haven’t finished packing because you haven’t discovered the puzzle placement required to fit all of the boots, winter coats, clothing, diapers, and entertainment for two adults and two kids into only two suitcases without braking the bank from the cost of checked luggage.

I’d elaborate, but those last four hours are ticking away.

I wanted to go to bed at 8:30...

Ooops. I almost posted “Dead Santa” instead of “Dear Santa.”

That would have really changed the tone.

Wish me luck.

What did your spouse/children/Santa give you today?


About Kelly K @ Dances with Chaos

Kelly K has learned the five steps to surviving of motherhood: 1) Don't get mad. Grab your camera. 2) Take a photograph. 3) Blog about it. 4) Laugh. 5) Repeat. She shares these tales at Dances with Chaos in order to preserve what tiny amount of sanity remains. You can also find her on her sister blog, Writing with Chaos (www.writingwithchaos.com) sharing memoir and engaging in her true love: fiction writing. It's cheaper than therapy.
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6 Responses to On the Fourth Day Of Christmas, Dear Santa Gave to Me……

  1. Katie says:

    Ugh!! I hate packing to travel — this will be me in a couple of weeks. I spent all day in a deposition but at least I was able to get to bed at a reasonable time. Looking forward to seeing you tonight!!

    • Kelly K says:

      We had an awesome time at your place! Thank you so much for the hospitality of opening your home to our chaotic clan.

      Sorry about the insomnia you had the next night – that was one of the more exhausting things about pregnancy.

      And packing to travel – it’s just a necessary evil – which I spend a few days recovering from…

  2. marinasleeps says:

    I hope everything goes well with that. Traveling is murder around this time.

    • Kelly K says:

      I spent the majority of the plane flight marching the aisles with Lil Diva – who did not grasp the concept of staying in a seat. Not without screaming.

      Luckily the passengers were charmed by her grins and blown kisses as she picked up trash on the floor to hand to me. One passenger did almost have their cup of soda dumped into their lap – saved by Mommy Reflexes.

      The Tacker is awesome on planes – he gets to play with the iPod and is blissfully happy.

  3. educlaytion says:

    Good luck. The day before leaving is always a nightmare. Some of the toughest days of my life were in preparation for a vacation.

    • Kelly K says:

      Sometimes the sheer amount of things to be done before leaving town make me ponder why I wanted to go anywhere to begin with….

      The holidays make it extra fun thanks to hiding gifts in luggage that cannot be wrapped…

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