Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas…

This is truly one of my all time favorite Christmas songs.  There is something about it that reminds me so much of my childhood.  Could be that it was a song that played over pictures from Christmases past that had been put to video for my parents way back.  It makes me recall our old house on Conyers Street basically in walking distance to both sets of grandparents, a great- grandmother, the town Square.  I wonder, and I hope, that my kids feel the magic of this time of year.  Don’t you still feel it?  Even though we are so much older…

Recently a friend and I were talking about this as we waited for the kids at the bus stop.  “I don’t remember my mom being crazy like this,” she had said…but then as if we share a brain we both said, “Yep, they were- we just weren’t paying attention.”  I hope my kids aren’t paying attention, but I think they may be and it’s all my fault.  I believe as parents, it’s our job to help provide as much magic as we can this time of year.  I’m not talking about magic that comes wrapped in pretty packages under the tree.   I’m just curious- how are you making magic for your kids this time of year?  Is it in the traditions we started when they were born that we carry out every year that even if we don’t remember, the kids always do?  Is it the candles during the singing of Silent Night at church on Christmas Eve?  Is it the decorations we ride around looking for throughout the season?  Is it the telling of the Christmas story?  Is is simply a combination of all of these things more or less?

I’m not trying to go all “Charlie Brown” on you here, I think I just get very sentimental this time of year and wish somehow I could channel my childhood memories of family, friends, places and events to my kids that they will never know or know of in their lifetime.  I know you know what I’m talking about.  I guess I can only hope that the memories we are making will mean as just as much to my kids.

I unclogged my kitchen sink!

I know this will come as a complete shock to anyone who has EVER entered my spotless and always sparkling clean kitchen (ok, go ahead and say it, “bull sh*t!), but I had the WORST clogged sink EVER yesterday, while a piled up in the other half of the split sink.

As an aside, let me say, I HATE DOING DISHES!  I can mess them up all day long, I love to cook, I love cleaning off a counter top- I DETEST doing dishes.  I don’t think anyone else in my house likes doing them either if you want to know the truth.  Some times, let’s call it an experiment in the human psyche, I like to just let them pile up to they cover the kitchen counter to see if it really gets under anyone’s skin.  I am sad to report that LOML, Baby Girl 1 and Baby Girl 2 are not moved by said grossness.  (Often Baby Girl 1 and LOML will move something from the sink to the dishwasher, but Baby Girl 2 is pretty set on letting it ride.)

Ok, so two nights ago, I had made a yummy pot roast (1 pot roast, one packet Lipton Onion soup mix, one can of coke, and a bottle of bar-b-que sauce+crock pot= yum).  Anywho, scraped two many pieces of roast beef left on girls plates into sink and hit the button….not good.  Motor to disposal was working fine, but after a while, the water was rising instead of going down.  (I know, I know, you are all sitting on the edge of your seat to find out what happens next!)  So, my logic told me to let it sit over night and maybe it will eventually go down on it’s own.  The next morning, it’s still very full of very yuck water!

My logic then told me there was half a bottle of Drano under the sink upstairs….poured it down and hit the button.  Nothing.  However, there was now a slight chemical odor in the air.  And do you know what logic told me next?  I needed MORE Drano.  (Are you plumbers starting to cringe yet??)  To the store and back, dumped TWO more bottles of Drano…I even let it sit for a few hours….NOTHING!!!!

Finally my logic said, “Dumb a**!  Why don’t you go Google it!”  So I did, and you know what it said- NEVER PUT DRANO DOWN A DISPOSAL!!!  And if you do you need to fish it all out and put it in the toilet.

You. Have. Got. To. Be. Kidding.

So I put on my rubber gloves, found a container and starting fishing.  I have to say, the interesting part of this little fiasco was the pouring the water highly concentrated with Drano into the toilet- I didn’t even have to flush it!  Pour and WHOOSH!! I need someone to explain this phenomenon to me.

After much plunging, I finally unclogged the nasty little booger and was quite proud of myself, I even gave it a “Hell yeah!” (oops, right in front of the kiddos)  I know this may sound silly (well, really just gross) but I felt like I really accomplished something that day.  It also told me that if my marketing career doesn’t pan out that I could possibly go the plumbers route….