…So today I told all the kids that I needed extra help because I hurt my arm yesterday, and I can’t lift anything with it. My little daughter has been soooo helpful. She actually unloaded the entire dishwasher (in half the time it takes her older brother.)

While singing at the top of her lungs … Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way. Oh what fun it is to ride a horse sleigh…

And now she is in my room happily and speedily folding all her clothes. (while singing “we wish you a merry christmas…”)

Then she says, “Mom, did you know I’m thankful for my clothes? Because If I didn’t have any clothes, I’d have to make my own”

(We were talking about gratitude and appropriate reactions to gifts before the family came the other night. Sure enough when she opens the gift from grandma, I moaned "Oh, Grandma Hates me!" Guess I should've listened more to my own advice.)

Did I mention she’s already cleaned her room and made her bed Today as well? And it’s only 10:30 am.

What did I do to deserve this? J Maybe I should fake injuries more often (Not that I am faking this one.)

(My husband and I were dancing in the kitchen to Christmas music and he went to spin me and ended up twisting my arm right off. )