I completely forgot that today is Thursday. My days are all messed up. I can't remember if I'm supposed to be coming or going. And I can't for the life of me remember to write 08 on my checks! And I write checks for three organizations. That's a lot of shredding.
I'm backwards and upside down not to mention sleep deprived. But I did watch something amazing last night. We went out to eat with DH's family since we really haven't been able to all be together over the holidays. Nothing fancy just a chance for everyone to relax and chat over salads and pizza. However, when we were almost through a man walked into the restaurant with a remarkable resemblance to Santa.
The girls began to ask questions - namely if it really was him. He, obviously being used to the reaction, stopped and asked the girls if they'd been good on the way to his own table. It wasn't long before both of my girls were convinced that the man a table away was Santa taking a nice vacation after his long journey on Christmas night.
The man was wonderful. He pulled out a card - a picture of himself dressed as Santa - and told the girls they could come speak with him. He was so sweet. And it was wonderful to see the excitement in the girl's faces. Sweet Pea talked of nothing else until bedtime. What touched me most was to see her go from a little girl who was beginning to question to a little girl who believed wholeheartedly in magic once more.
P.S. Anyone else hoping that the return of late night TV might mean a looming end to the strike? I'm really not excited about all the reality TV shows that seem to be popping up.