I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried!

I'm sure you can picture it.....

The party was festive and fun....the people warm and inviting and the conversation lovely. We were all sitting in a large circle, visiting and laughing when suddenly...out of the blue...my 10 year old son asks from across the circle.....

"Mom....what's a douche bag?"   (talk about a conversation stopper!)

With flaming cheeks I quietly say, "Lets chat about that later sweetie'. To which he (thankfully) replies "ok". I think he could tell that it wasn't really 'party talk'. Unfortunately I didn't just let it drop there...which in hindsight....would have been the best choice since we did now have quite an audience of wide-eyed spectators. No....instead I ask, "where did you even hear that?' to which he replies......

"Dad called someone that today when were driving in his car!"

Father of the year anyone?????

Oh....the holidays!!!

As the frantic final week of Christmas arrives, I am personally feeling a little overwhelmed. We have had a BUSY month....full of activity, excitement and of course....stress!

Sometimes its hard for me to slow down and really reflect on the meaning of the season and the things I am thankful for. I think you will understand better after reading/singing the following song I wrote about life in the Flanigan house.

(Please sing to the tune....'what child is this?")

What child is this.... who 

in the house kicked a soccer ball

through the window glass?

Whom mommy greets with stomping feet 

and thoughts of spanking his a#%.

This, this is child #2, whom 

makes a mess in every room.

sigh,sigh...try not to cry

the month is just beginning.

What child is this...who rolls her eyes

at every thing I do or say?

Who threatened to scream 

over the flu vaccine

and acts like we're all in her way.

This,this is child #1,who

thinks we are lame and not any fun.

sigh,sigh...try not to cry

December is just halfway over.

What child is this....who 

walks in his sleep and 

keeps his mommy from counting her sheep.

Who never stops eating and always is bleeding

from taking such huge flying leaps.

this, this is child #3, who's

broken most ornaments on the tree.

Sigh, sigh...try not to cry

December is almost over.

So bring me food and drugs and beer

I need it to capture this Christmas cheer

2008 hasn't been too great

Let's hear it for 2009!

Merry Christmas Everyone! (don't worry....I really DO love my kids and plan on keeping them)