The gifts that desperation brings

After a great and relaxing Christmas with my family, it was time to get back to reality. I loved the fact that I hadn't left the house for days. I love the fact that my boys were still so "into" their gifts that they hadn't noticed that 4 days had gone by and that they were still not at each others' necks, but it was time for Jerrod to go back to work and it was time for the rest of us to get up at a decent hour and not lounge around all day in our pj's.
So, with Jerrod gone, it was up to me to get the boys breakfast and it was up to me to yell at them to brush their teeth and to eat something wholesome (like Lucky Charms, for instance-a Christmas sneak into our house:once they're gone, they'll be banned until next Christmas). It's a tiresome job taking care of kids, as I now remember. I had a small brain fart which, for a few short days, had wiped my memory of how much effort I had to put into my day to keep these kids alive and healthy. I amuse myself, as I do often, when I realized that I was in dire need of a break from the family (more specifically, my boys). My mom made an unexpected stop by the house that allowed me to run some errands without children attached to my hip. I RAN into my room and dressed myself so quickly. I was going to make some returns at a department store and check out the great after-Christmas sales. Here's the amusing part: I find a pair of pants that I want to try and I go into the dressing room. I notice that I have my underwear inside out. Typical Elaine. I guess I must have been in such a hurry to get out of my house and away from my kids that I didn't notice that I had pulled on a pair of undies with the label on the outside. Big deal. It could have been worse, I guess. They were clean. They were not backwards. So I sit now, writing my entry in undies that are inside out, and if I do come upon a situation where I am unable to change my clothes for the next day, I know that I can at least turn my Warner's right-side-in and life can go on.