I planned to write about how I had to pull myself out of bed this morning to go to Vic's Momentum class. I was going to whine about how hard it was. I was going to bitch about how I had to leave my warm bed, where my almost-3-year-old was snuggled against me.
I put the kids in front of the TV so I could write. Charlie Brown is on. I love Charlie Brown. My favorite is Charlie Brown Thanksgiving where snoopy makes the toast and then accidentally toasts his ear. My second favorite is on It's The Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown and Snoopy pretends to be a WWI ace shot down behind enemy lines in France. I love that.
My all time favorite, however, is on Charlie Brown Christmas when all the kids sing Hark the Herald Angels Sing around Charlie Brown's tree. Admit it. You just hummed a little to yourself didn't you?
I have been listening to the show the kids are watching so I can come in on my favorite parts. They aren't watching a real Charlie Brown. They are watching Snoopy Come Home.
Snoopy Come Home sucks.
Anyway. It was cold this morning. I'm gonna go rescue my kids from that crappy show.