I'm there. Very foggy brained today. Thankfully, I told the bob I've been super tired and need a break, so he's not expecting me to be on pointe today.

{{Cash}} What everyone else has said. You have to take care of yourself first or you can't take care of anybody else. I hope the doctor can act quickly to get you relief.

Deena, I t heart Kara. What a sweetie.

Awww, Cash. I hate hearing about your pee puddle dodging toddler wrangling screaming backache day. That fucking sucks.

I love Kara's chattiness with Santa, and concern for his well being. That's such a snapshot of her personality.

I'm getting into trouble with Emmett's continued belief in Santa. Now he's asking for super powers. I thought he'd figure it out long before now. He's going to be in freakin' middle school next year! I guess we've been too successful at fulfilling his Christmas wishes. But now I'm afraid he's really going to be disillusioned and upset.

I think it's sort of like mumps. It's better to get your Santa disillusion over early.

Timelies.

{{{{All my Bitches}}}} {{{{Cashmere}}}} {{{{Laura}}}}

I've had a very rough few days as well, but nothing compared to y'all.

Can doggies wear diapers?

Ben has begun to hear rumblings from schoolmates about Santa not being real. (He must have tuned it out up till now.) He asked, flat out, the other night, and I said, "Well, what do you think?" I can tell he wants to believe still, but doesn't quite, anymore. His expression was so hopeful, but at the same time he declared himself "too old" to sit on Santa's lap with Sara.

CJ hasn't made any statements lately whether he believes in Santa still or not. It has been common knowledge in our house, though, that only those who believe will get stockings....so even if he doubts, he likes his stocking too much to be too vocal.

Ah, the poor punkins. I don't even know what to do about the Santa disillusion. I never learned to believe in him, so it still sort of throws me that they do. But Kara? A true believer.

Except, so funny, I told her we should send some of her toys she doesn't play with much to the island of misfit toys so Santa could find them a new home and she said, "No!" and I said why? and she said, "I don't BE. LIEVE. in the Island of misfit toys." with such scorn in her voice. Such a girl.

Can doggies wear diapers?

I think I've seen them. There must be a backup plan for dog incontinence.

Raq, that picture of Mal's mortal terror of Santa was perfect. Of course, I immediately took the opportunity to go fishing through your photo album for more pictures of you. More Raq, more of the time. That's my feeling on the matter.

Hec, won't you be surprised if Emmett wakes up on 25 December with super-powers.

Raq is sort of puffy right now, with hair in an unfortunate stage. The fewer photos the better.

Of course, the DH and I are currently not speaking because he bought some fat calipers and has been measuring his body fat, and he's demanding that I measure mine, and I declined. He is royally pissed off, because it's CRUCIALLY important that he know my body fat percentage RIGHT NOW, and I see no benefit whatsoever in it.

But back to Santa - a friend in VA tells me that at his mall, Santa no longer sits in a big chair because kids are too scared to sit in his lap. He has a couch.