Long story short – I’ve been having a wonderful, but busy week. I spent the past three days with some of the smartest and savviest women I know at Coca-Cola’s Live Positively Social Media Conference; then, last night, I was honored with 11 other of Atlanta’s social media mavens at DigitiniATL as a part of Social Media Atlanta week. While it’s all GREAT stuff I’ve been on the go and have neglected one thing – getting my run on.
GASP!
Yeah. I kind of need that for my sanity. Sometimes I’ve been known to turn into a “crazy lady” when I don’t make the time to run. I also don’t think clearly and can’t stay on my game which causes me to
We’re driving to school this morning and “Santa Claus is Coming to Town” came on the radio in a commercial.
“That’s true,” Milan said.
“What?” I asked.
“Santa Clause IS coming to town,” she replied so sweetly.
Enter my own personal Grinch.
“No it’s not. Santa Claus isn’t real. Santa is YOUR PARENTS!”
GASP! (that was me)
GASP! (that was Milan)
“MILES! Why would you say that?”
Don’t ask me why I asked him that subjecting
“Santa and you have the same handwriting AND you use the same marker.”
“What?”
Yes, y’all that was the best I could come up with. See what no running does.
“Come on, Mom. I’m getting older.”
Here’s where the lies come in.
“Miles, that’s so NOT true and Milan DON'T listen to him. I am NOT Santa Claus and I still believe in Santa.”
Thank goodness I didn’t get struck by lightening and my baby girl is not ready to let go of the fantasy. She’s used to Miles trying to torment her so she believed me over him.
While the end is fast approaching for good ol’ Saint Nick I would love to keep his magic alive for one more year. Apparently, I’m going to need to slip in a few white lies and stick to my running schedule if that’s going to happen.
Winks & Smiles,
10 comments:
You need to let Miles know that when kids stop believing in Santa Claus, he stops coming. That shoudl help him stay quiet!
LOL! Yes, I love it - and so would my budget. ;)
Oh, girl? Sorry! I told Mari the "new truth" over the summer and I instantly regretted it. She cried for two days. But I did sit with her and explain why Santa is real in our hearts and especially why I needed her to go on ahead and support the fantasy for Lila. Luckily, she's on board...
My dad always used to say that,
"Santa is YOUR PARENTS" so we knew growing up. No biggie :) They gotta know sometime!
Buy a new marker, and write left to right when addressing the "Santa" gift!...oh, and get your run on! :)
The youngest always get the short end of the stick when it comes to the magic of Santa. The older ones spoil it for them, mostly on purpose.
My 13 yo "shared" with my 11 yo, about 3 years ago.
*church pinch* to Miles. Tell him Tee TBS is going to get him!
Nice save, Mom! I hated to see Santa become "mom and dad" to my kids - it was like the end of a magical era. Hope yours continues for a while longer. :)
Oh, and nice mug shot!!!
Hehe. Your funny story makes me think of my 5-year-old who, this summer, accused me of being Santa. But for some reason, with Christmas approaching, he's decided to retract that accusation and believe in Santa again. good gawsh. :)
The nuns at my elementary school told us that "white lies" were okay for certain situations, this, my friends is definitly one of those situations. I dread the day too, and I hope you get another year out of them & their belief in 'Ole St. Nick....
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