Everyone with a kid, or who has ever known a kid for that matter knows this, kids = germs (isn’t that a Lysol commercial?). Everyone in this entire house has been sick in one form or another since about mid-December. Blogging and taking care of sick peanuts doesn’t necessarily mix, so I apologize for the vast expanse between posts. Not only that, I feel like I am as behind as I have ever been as far as my holiday tasks are concerned. So without further ado, I shall start off with my list to Santa…

Dear Santa,

This year I would like to ask if you could possibly hook me up with a series of no less than 30 seconds where I do not have to think about anything. No planning Christmas parties, birthday festivities, making doctor appointments, or wiping butts, no holiday shopping, weight gain or loss, or what the hell the baby is currently chewing on, climbing up, or spitting out.

Admittedly I have a couple of 30 second stretches every day, but I have to use those to pee so I don’t think they count. And don’t try to be smart and give me some meditation books or classes, because then I will have to think about how not to think and that is even more of a pain in the ass than thinking in the first place.

Also, world peace.

Thanks,
T