Dear Santa,
I haven't been naughty this year but perhaps there were instances of not being that nice. But I'm still hoping that you could help me out with few Christmas wishes:
1. Laurel's palette needs to expand. I don't know if I can take another year of rotating angel hair pasta, macaroni and cheese, chicken nuggets and the occasional grilled cheese at dinnertime.
2. Serenity during my morning drive/commute would be nice. I need to stop gauging my day by how many times I use my horn in the morning (less horn, better day) and letting people know they are #1.
3. Could Rachel stop looking at me with such disgust? I expected this look at 16, not 16 months. I swear when her verbal skills advance she is going to refer to me as her ol' lady instead of mommy.
4. Laurel needs to start sleeping later on the weekends. Really, 6:30?
5. Rachel needs some hair. If one more idiot refers to her as little fella (while she is dressed in pink), I will call them a dumbass and the eyeroll will be blatent. (Not my normal style of behind their back).
(PS--I would suggest updating your look. The red is nice but the beard? You sure about that? When I was a kid, beards scared the shit out of me. Perhaps that is why some many kids cry in your lap? Anyway, just a
thought.)
Happy Holidays!
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