So here we are, me trying to sneak in a bit of blogging while the kids are getting ready for school. They are bickering.
"You are uglier"
"no, you are."
"Hey , I just looked at your face, and I know the monkey that wants his butt back."
They both laugh.......
I am not laughing. (Suddenly I realize the wisdom in my parents banning of the word 'butt').
Then the football stealing begins..... with the "give me that it's MINE!" and laughing as one runs from room to room. My pleas are ignored. SO are my threats of grounding, no playing, money minused off their chore charts.
What's a mom to do? What every parent does this time of year.....switch on the Christmas music. HOORAY it's the Osmond's singing "It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas". Footballs are returned, jackets are pulled on, and voices begin singing. It's a Christmas Miracle.
I smile and remind them.... "Santa is watching you."
I love Christmas music. Too bad my hubby is such a SCROOGE he won't let me put up the tree until after Thanksgiving. *sniff sniff*
If you own the Osmond album you know exactly what I am talking about.