The kind of week where you loose a bracelet in a box of Fruit Loops

Having that kind of week.  The one where the dishes are still in the sink from Monday dinner, I still have a half finished craft project taking up have the kitchen counter, and  I found broken glass in the boys playroom this morning with no idea how long it's been there. 

* Note* Does any vendor make plastic bulbs for the single candles in windows?

Add to it that I have not slept well any night this week and the other night woke Bill up at 3:30 in the morning convinced that someone had broken into the house and turned all the Christmas lights on. 

* Note said insomnia will cause you to forget to turn the Christmas lights off thinking that an intruder will enter ONLY to turn on your lights and leave.

I've been looking for a lost bracelet all week and today get a text from Bill locating it: 
in a box of cereal. 

Yesterday I had the momentary lapse of sanity to buy a gingerbread house to make with Ben.  Didn't I say to never let me think I could pull off a feat of culinary skills again. Alas, I bought it and put it on the Advent calendar for this weekend with thoughts of redemption in my head.

It reminded of a post I wrote about the last time I wandered down the road to craft hell, the infamous candy covered train when Ben was 3. 

I linked the entire post below but I laughed out loud at my own comments

"Would the manufacturer be offended if I spelled out profanity in candy on my train on their FINISHED CREATIONS website?"

"this candy tastes like ass, maybe I wasn't suppose to eat it"

"the box says Made in Canada, I never thought of them as masochistic people before"

Enjoy if you need a good laugh or are having the same week I'm having. 


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From December 6th, 2009


Yesterday was rainy, windy and nasty and I tried to make up a missed soccer class to give him an outlet from being cooped up all day. No room today so onto Plan B making the Gingerbread Train.

I now know why their are piles of leftover gingerbread house kits on Dec 26th marked down to $3.99. I think at some point all moms think "hey I can channel Martha" and have fun with the kids at the same time. Uhh.... No. I should have know it was not going to turn out at the holiday dinning room centerpiece 5 mins into the fun when Ben fed one of the wheels to the dog.

Random thoughts as we attempted to create some holiday fun...

"Damn, are you kidding me that the only directions is the finished, unrealistic picture on the box"

"the audacity for the manufactures to list a website to upload your finished 'creation' to share in other's ideas and creativity" Would they be offended if I spelled out profanity in candy on my train to share?


"No you may not use Cheetos to spread the icing"

"this candy tastes like ass, maybe I wasn't suppose to eat it"

"the box says Made in Canada, I never thought of them as masochistic people before"

"more icing will help cover up the crookedness of the caboose, maybe not"

"Ben, please don't put your chicken nuggets in the caboose"

"there is green icing everywhere, on me, on Ben, on the dog"

"better take a picture now before it implodes due to unsound structural integrity"

"where does this part go?... hell, where is the dog"

Realization that this is NEVER going to look like something we want others to see, lets dump all the remaining ass-candy and squeeze much icing as we can both stand before we go into a diabetic coma and then smash it to bits laughing as we take our "smash and crash" train to the trash can.

Best idea of the afternoon