I'm taking advantage of this week off and my ever better tootsie and heading to the gym here in a bit.
This is not to say I won't be venturing into stores here soon; I'm just putting off the inevitable and more trips to the craft store, which makes me shudder.
I took the kids to Michaels last Sunday, prepped and ready. I warned them that I would be there for a while. I warned them that crafty people, post-Halloween, can be surly and insane. I said there will be long lines, and I could very well be named Line Leader again. Still, they insisted they wanted to go.
Soon there was whining over little stuffed animals - please, no more! my house is littered with little stuffies - and why can't I buy this and how much longer and I thought we were going to Craft Warehouse and can't we go there now and Christmas is too far away.
And I found it's hard to be creative when you want to gnaw on your children.
I grabbed some 'necessities' and took my place in the long line, ignoring my kids' antics and wishes to buy
I didn't correct her, of course, and if she read my mind, she didn't let on as she touched my hand and whispered, 'God bless you'.
And if a Christmas miracle in Michaels doesn't put me in the holiday spirit, I don't know what will.
I'm thankful for little reminders.