Countdown to Christmas!

Well, as usual, I have nothing to report other than the usual busy-ness that swirls around our lives.

Yesterday, Saturday, was my only day off in 5 days and we spent some of it with my brother, Richard and his fiance Patricia. We had to do an early Christmas with them because they flew out to Switzerland last night and won't be back until after New years. Later in the evening, Bryan and I went to my holiday Christmas party. It was nice, but I had to leave early - 5am rolls around quickly in this house and I already said that I had to work today.

I work today, Monday and Tuesday. Wednesday is Christmas eve and Thursday is the big day. So, only my last true day off (Thurs.) I spent the entire day wrapping. Lani, my friend, came over and we wrapped my family gifts for 5 hours.

Now, believe it or not, we scaled down this year. 5 hours of wrapping was really filled with minutes wasted looking for more tape and re-wrapping the gifts that are supposed to come from me and Bryan (as opposed to the big guy). I had to keep a roll of paper hidden and wrap some gift in it so the older ones don't catch on to the exact paper being used.

We have our Elf on a Shelf out. We have an elf that lives with us (google it and you'll see what I mean) that keeps watch over the children and every night reports to Santa how everyone is behaving.

Well, two nights ago... Freddie (our elf) didn't move!! Someone who shall remain nameless, forgot about him. So, the kids get up and look for him each morning and that morning he was in the same place as the day before.

The story goes that the only reason the elf won't go to the North Pole (while everyone is asleep) is because a child touched him. So, I covered my blunder quickly and asked the children 'who touched him?' knowing full well that no-one did.

They were each blaming the others!! and the girls decided that it had to be Wade. So, Wade is standing under this elf doll, that is perched up on a high shelf, and states that he can't even reach it!!!! But the girls KNEW it wasn't them so it HAD to be him, right?

I know that somewhere, in heaven, God will forgive me for allowing the children to blame each other for my mistake. I'm sure it won't be the first time.