Desperate

Okay, so it's been a very long time since I've blogged. I have good excuses: we've been in BC, we've dealt with sick kids (if you can imagine it, they've had it), and we've ho-ho-hoed our way through a variety of Christmas traditions and expectations. Whew. Though I love the holiday season, and though we're having a ton of fun, I'm sure you can tell that things are a little crazy around here. Wacky. Wild. Maybe the teensiest bit desperate. So instead of adding one more thing to my already full plate and trying to blog about something deep and meaningful, I'm just going to give you a glimpse into the mild desperation I call life right now. Each and every example is taken directly from the last few days of my life. Enjoy. I hope it makes you laugh.

You know you're desperate when...

• instead of verbally convincing your child to smile nice for the family Christmas photo, you offer him not one, not two, but three boxes of Smarties (the Canadian version of M&Ms). And these aren't snack-sized boxes either. Oh no, they're big. Enough for a 24 hour sugar rush at least.


• you rely on Facebook to keep you up-to-date on the goings on in your friends' lives. No, not the long-distance friends, the friends that live mere blocks from your house.


• you eat chip dip off your child's dirty plate with your fingers because there wasn't any left when you had a chance to eat.


• you convince yourself that taping a piece of banana peel to your foot is a viable option for treating symptoms at home. I cannot believe how ridiculous that sounds. Don't ask, I'm not telling.


• you make sangria out of dandelion wine and apple juice because it's all you had in the house. It was an appetizing cat-puke orange. Yummy.


• though you promised yourself you would never, ever, ever spit shine your own child in public, when you realize in church on Sunday morning that you forgot to wipe your son's peanutbutter face, you don't hesitate to madly lick your fingers and go at the offending stickiness with alarming intensity.


• you don't blog for nearly two weeks because you can't organize a coherent thought, much less an interesting blog entry.

There you have it. It's been a little nuts around here. But don't let the twinge of desperation in my tone fool you--we're loving every minute of it. Just look what we woke up to on Sunday morning...