Whatever Makes You Happy, Dear Santa

I really haven’t had time to write my Santa letter this year, so I hope that it isn’t too late.

As a wife, mother and grandmother I feel I have been pretty good this year.  I get up passionately every morning to send my husband off to work with a kiss, smile and his lunch gently tucked under his arm.  When he arrives home in the evening I am there to instantly greet him with a smile and my hair combed looking like I have been waiting for him all day.  I do not complain about my back ache from cleaning the house, doing the washing and figuring out what to cook for dinner after going to store to make sure there is food in the cupboard.  (I do not worry him with what I wrote for this blog today hoping others are going to read it and enjoy it) Even if my happiness within isn’t within reach, I fake it hoping I can make it.

When I am in the middle of something during the day and the phone rings I certainly answer it with a smile and cheerful voice knowing it is one of the adult children.  I patiently listen to what the problem of the day may be.  If advice is asked for I think very clearly before speaking, in order to keep myself out of trouble. (One little word can get a mother of grown children in trouble, quickly).  If asked to baby sit I quickly rearrange my time to help out with this duty.

When baby sitting with the grandchildren I do it with a soft voice and patience’s of a saint ever chance I get.  I have certainly learned through the years that houses do clean up, spilled liquid won’t really matter tomorrow and who cares about that dirty face and spills on the clothes. (Mom has spray and wash) I try not to spoil them too much, for fear of getting myself in trouble and being scolded.  When it comes to the babies I remember the tummy time they need even though I don’t own the proper mat for this activity.  I do not use the baby powder on their little bottoms as I did may own children, for fear of destroying the lungs of these beautiful children. (It amazes me how will my own children breathe after all that powder.)  As they get older I consciously teach them that what happens’ at grandma’s house, stays at grandma’s house.

When it comes to my Christmas wishes:

I like compensation for running a house hold and maintaining peace within the family that consist of 1 husband, 3 daughters, 3 son-in-laws and 6 grandchildren.  (A direct deposit would be fine.)

Guides in writing this blog, which my family doesn’t have time to read, because they think I am just doing it for my health to keep myself busy. (Just between you and me, what they don’t realize is that I have finally figured out what I want to be when I grow up.)

Respect would be good.  After all they wouldn’t be who they are if I hadn’t worked so hard to give them their happiness within.

If you do have any of those big ticket items on hand, I would like a new couch to relax on after a hard day’s work trying to keep up with everyone’s demands on my life, because they don’t think I have a real job.

A tape recorder, so I can record conversations with all these beautiful people in my life.  This way they can hear for themselves what I really said and not what they thought I said.

If it’s too late to finds these products, I’d settle for enough time to really write a good blog posting that gets lots of readers and laughs.

Well, Santa, have a safe trip and don’t worry about the wet boots, I do allow people to walk around in my house with their shoes on.  Help yourself to cookies on the table, the grand kids saved you some and don’t worry about the crumbs on the carpet, the vacuum works really well.

You’re truly,

Grandma