Not a lot of time to blog, have to keep this short and sweet.  My littlest one needs to be “escorted” to bed very soon – he’s wound up like a top, either from too much pizza for dinner or the mounting excitement about Christmas ahead.  I’m going to need to hold him in bed until he falls asleep – we’ll snuggle and watch Cartoon Network until he drowses off (and I pass out from fatigue).

Downside: the lower bunk in the bunk bed.  I’ll probably forget once again that I’m in his bunk bed when I wake up; I’ll bolt up and smack my head.  Another one of those experiences from the distant past that I would rather not revisit, even though it comes with the bonus of snuggling next to my giggling-wriggling 5-year-old. 

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Sometimes I’m embarrassed to be American.  I’m shopping with Mom in a local fabric shop, trying to mind my own business.  The staff members (all twenty-somethings) greet a fellow co-worker, recently back from a honeymoon cruise in the Caribbean.  The lucky girl proceeds to bitch and rant about the beggars who harassed her and her spouse, asking them if they wanted their shoes shined, hair braided, and so on.  How awful, the co-workers commiserate, being followed around on your honeymoon by such nastiness.  Wow, did you know it was like that, they ask the blushing, bitchy bride; no, she says, I would have gone someplace else if I’d known there’d be all these annoying beggars and poor people.

Agh, what incredibly spoiled egocentric brats.  It’s all about you, honey, never about the street people who are just trying to make a living.  All about making sure your visit to a third-world country is picture-perfect, like watching Survivor without the bug-eating stuff.  The universe turns on whether you can find someone to do your nails and your hair, on whether you can window shop without any interruptions. 

It was one of those times when I had all I could do not to reach out and touch someone firmly, to knock them back into reality.  But frankly, slapping someone with this degree of preexisting brain damage does no good…

My sincere apologies to the people of the Caribbean who were blessed with the little bitch’s presence this last two weeks.  I hope you’ll find it in your heart to forgive those of us who let her leave home and the neighborhood mall.

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