First thought: I need a new calendar. 2011 is coming to an end rather quickly. I already have appointments set for the new year, but I have no next year's calendar on which to solidify them. If I had a 2012 calendar, then I could rid my bulletin board of all the loose appointment cards that clutter it up. And speaking of days of the week, The Boy has neglected to keep track of them since he began working. Yesterday was trash day, and the truck passed us by, without a bin at my curb. How in the world are we going to fit all the Christmas Day trash in the bin, on top of all of last week's daily refuse, while we wait for next Thursday's truck?!
Okay, enough complaining about the future and the past... let's move on to the present. Today is Christmas Eve Eve, the busiest day of the year. The carpet needed a good vacuum, so that it could be shampoo'ed. I had to shampoo it because Kitty decided to use it as a litter box, because she was thrown off by the baking soda that I sprinkled in her real litter box. (Whew! Who knew that run on sentences are just as tiring when typed as they are when spoken). While shampooing, I noticed that my brush heads were not rotating. So I proceeded to take the machine apart, with the intent to fix it. However, all that really happened was that I stared at all the mechanisms that I know nothing about, before putting it all back together again. So the machine will spit water, and suck it up, but will not scrub the fibers, which really irks the OCD side of me. I'll give you one guess as to who will be shopping for a new carpet shampooer when the tax refund comes in next year.
Since Christmas Eve is the day we choose to enjoy our big holiday meal, today will be spent baking pies, breads, and cookies for dessert ... chopping and slicing carrots, celery, cheese and pickles for the snack tray ... and vacuuming, straightening, and deodorizing the house. It's 12:30 pm... I'm on my second pot of coffee, and I haven't yet showered and dressed for the day. I've had to re-vacuum the hallway, as my daughter stepped in the flour that I spilled on the floor, and left white footprints on the carpet. I still have to season the turkey for roasting tomorrow, and cover the table with cloths and festive candles. While waiting for the oven timer to buzz, I'm blogging to you. Busy busy busy.
So what is the moral of this story, kids? Appreciate your Mama, 'cause holidays don't just happen, they are created by the Wonderful Wizard of Ma's. And don't you dare peek behind the curtain... all you'll find is a tired old woman, with bedhead, in pajamas and a pumpkin splattered apron, pulling all the strings!