Mike woke me up this morning and said, “It’s 10:30.. you’re going to be late for work..”
He nuzzled me and cuddled me and I thought that maybe the morning wouldn’t be so terrible.
The new puppy – who we are now calling “Pico” because Zion said, “What’s our new puppy’s name? Don Juan Sancho Nacho Taco Mabin?” – cuddled up on the other side of me and I was a happy mommy.
I was a happy mommy until I realized the sound I was hearing in the background was water running.
“Is Zion in the shower?” I asked.
Yes, he was in the shower using all the hot water our water heater currently had in its tank.
I jumped out of bed, ran to the shower, washed Zion’s hair and realized my efforts were for naught – the water was already turning cold.
“I can still save this day!” I thought triumphantly as I washed myself.
That’s when the massive glob of lavender-scented shower gel hit my eye and the burning began.
Cold shower. Burning eyeballs. Mike apologizing from the door of the bathroom – “I thought I was helping!”
I’m going back to bed now, I thought. I’m not saving this day. I haven’t been awake ten minutes and it already sucks.
But we are in desperate need of money and employment, so not showing up for work would have been catastrophic to my Christmas plans. I finished my cold shower, got dressed while my husband packed my lunch and flew out the door ten minutes later.
I stopped at Michael’s on the way to work.
Yes, I know, why would I be stopping at Michael’s when I have a mobile craft store in the van? And that’s not even counting the craft store in my house…
But I needed Christmas paper -
- seriously, stop laughing, I don’t have any! -
- so onward to Michael’s I went. As I wandered through the aisles and aisles – and aisles – if Christmas merchandise, I realized that I actually enjoy the pre-Thanksgiving holiday shopping. People are nice. They’re not freaked out about how they’re going to finance Christmas yet {there’s still three paydays!} , they’re not pissed off about the store being out of everything they needed, and they’re not sick of the holiday thing yet.
They smiled. They were nice. They were happy to help their fellow man.
See? I told you I could still save this day.
I have an egg nog latte. It’s like sex in a cup. With egg nog.
I have {part of} a cranberry bliss bar. It’s like sex in a paper bag. With cranberries.
I have stuff everywhere. Everywhere. It’s a disaster in here. It’s like the Christmas Fairy wandered into my office with swine flu and threw up all over the place. Flocking powder, glitter, ribbon – I’m in heaven.
If that picture hurts your eyes because there’s so much stuff, you should see it in person. Total mess. And it’s all mine to play with.
Definitely a day worth saving.
