There are times in my life when I know without a shadow of a doubt that I have either failed miserably or am 100% winning the parenting game.
Of course, I strive to have more wins than losses, but at the end of the day, or should I say 18 years, I figure I’ll be doing better than anyone ever expected if the wins and losses just cancel each other out.
I’ll take whatever I can get folks.
A couple of weeks ago, the Circus came into the kitchen for breakfast one morning.
Apparently, she had Santa on the brain, because completely out of the blue she asked, “Do you think we should leave Santa a margarita on Christmas Eve?”
I just looked at her for a moment because I truly didn’t know whether to laugh, say “Hell yes!” or to just cry because this might be one of those “Oh shit, what have I done to this child moments.”
And then she said she would shake it up, so that didn’t leave me with much work to do for Santa’s treat, so I was like, “Yes. I definitely do think we should leave Santa a margarita.” And also, I heard that Santa really really likes margaritas.
At least that’s what I’m chalking this one up to. ?
Merry Christmas, friends. This family is off to shake ‘ritas for Santa.
Here’s hoping those reindeers have an auto-pilot feature. Otherwise, apologies in advance for any mishaps Santa gets into at your place.
And here’s our Keepin’ It Real Christmas card. I mean, it doesn’t have a cow peeing on it like last year’s did, but it’s the best we could do folks. Just love us, bless our hearts and put us on your prayer lists. It’s the southern thing to do.
A Very Merry Christmas and a Happy Happy New Year to You and Yours!
I’ll see you back here sometime in January!
P.S. Folks, we don’t let our kid drink alcohol or mix our drinks. She just likes to shake the Ritas up after we put all the ingredients in the shaker. But I really am looking forward to the day when she can make me the perfect margarita without me ever lifting a finger. I’m kidding. Maybe. ?