JustLisa

Christmas, that is. I really want to skip it. Every year I feel less and less festive. If not for the kids, it would be just another day.

Tonight Todd is in his fourth hour of trying to put an alternator on his car. No big deal except he's in a parking lot in Des Moines, it's cold, it's dark, it's snowing, and he just discovered that there is another broken part that he does not have. There are no words to describe how tired I am of bad news with a side order of more bad news. I am really good at picking around until I find a good thing. This morning I thought the good thing was that he made it into Des Moines and didn't get stranded along the interstate. The only good thing I can come up with now is that the car didn't slip off the jack when he was working on it. I mean, that's a pretty big thing to be thankful for but seems kind of teeny in the big picture of the happy freaking holiday season, eh?

Now there is a ten year old in front of me popping his shoulders like I have told him a thousand times not to do. My friend Lori has always said he is just so cute. She puts a ton of emphasis on cute just to drive him nuts. Nothing cute about deliberately antagonizing mom when she's stressed to the max. I am off to find some twine to tie his arms down to his side.