DC Femella

A letter is the most beautiful gift you can give to another human being.

I’ve gotten in the habit of writing letters to my children every three months or so.  I think I started doing this after my ex’s stepfather committed suicide.  My ex’s mother was devastated for years wondering why couldn’t he have left some type of goodbye.  Even though I will never commit suicide, I want to write letters to my children, so they will have them if something were to ever happen to me.  

If you are thinking of doing the same thing, try and use beautiful paper.  I use paper from Paperchase.  There is also Papyrus that I absolutely adore as well.

I just read about a five-year old cancer patient who wrote hundreds of note to her family, so they could handle her deaths.  She even wrote notes to her sister labeled “How to Handle Kindergarten.”  Letters are powerful.

Related article: http://www.parentdish.com/2008/12/29/five-year-old-cancer-patient-leaves-thousands-of-notes-for-her-f/#

I guess the kids were right. We needed Abuela there, so we could get this Gingerbread House created the proper way. The first time we failed. This time success!

The kids and I tried to make a gingerbread house.  We failed miserably.  It kept falling apart because the icing wouldn’t hold it.  I attempted to cheat with glue, but that didn’t work either.  They kept saying they needed their abuela there, so my mom got one that we are going to try to put together tomorrow.  At least I got some cute pictures!

Man, I thought that giving a dog a bath was rough.  A cat is 100 times worse!  This is compared to a huge German Shepherd.  I shampooed him twice with this yummy lavender shampoo that I bought at PetSmart.  It was a challenge but with two kids, I was able to do it.

I was impressed.  I stayed super late at work, and I was worried the house was going to be destroyed.  Everything was perfect, and he was totally lounging on the carpet.  He uses his litter box and doesn’t even attempt to poop or pee on the carpet.  Anyone who knows me knows that I HATE bodily waste.  Ick!  

The kids and I are now watching “A Charlie Brown Christmas!” while Haji dries himself.  I still feel crappy.  My back and hips hurt, and my stomach feels queasy.  I don’t think I am going to work tomorrow because I was suffering today.  I hope to feel better tomorrow.