On the 3rd day of Christmas my true loves gave to me, 3 too many minutes at Target.
I forget why we went there in the first place, hmmm...nope, it's not coming to me. In the process of shopping I heard a constant monotonous trio, like the buzz of a dog whistle, screeching tires, and grinding teeth being played near my elbow. The chosen tune was one on the theme of "I want to go to the toy section!" repeated several times having lost track of the coda. The key changed from C# major to B minor so fast that they overlapped in several measures creating such dissonance that I had to run to another aisle for relief. Oh, it just came to me, shoes for the boys, that's why we went. And the parents won, we did NOT go to the toy section as that would only have proven that we are like Pavlov's dogs and all they would need to do is sing that awful chorus on any future trip to Target to have their wishes met.
On the 4th day of Christmas my true loves gave to me, 4 paper airplanes parked in our tree.
The new source of entertainment is throwing paper airplanes into the Christmas tree to see if they will stick. They do. Who needs to waste money on breakable glass ornaments when the sturdy origami inspired paper cranes and airplanes are just as beautiful?
On the 5th day of Christmas my true loves gave to me, 5 minutes to nap.
Early this morning Isaac had surgery on his eyebrow to get a cyst removed. It was so sad to watch him be wheeled out of the waiting room and into the torture chamber as I'm sure he saw it. The surgery was quick but he was quite disoriented and upset when he came out of the anesthesia. He reached up to feel the patch on his eye and was quite upset to learn that his bump had been removed. In the saddest cry ever he said "I want my bump back!" He does not like change and for that matter neither do I, unless it's moving the furniture around, right Chris? Oh and those 5 minutes of napping came right before the boys burst through the front door returning from school, I'm beat!