Captain Kaos

getting on with it...

Cami Kaos

28 Dec 2007 — 1 min read

I am trying oh so desperately to move on with the year... I know there are only a few days left and I need to break free from this holiday crazy thing.

You see now that the "holiday" is over I have to find a place for everything.

5 year olds, they get a lot of stuff for Christmas. When you factor in Santa, Mrs. Claus, The Elves, Nana&Papa, Grandpa&Grandma, Great Grandma, The other Great Grandma, Mom&Dad, Aunt&Uncle, the other assorted would be Aunt&Uncles and other random magically appearing gifts from friends, cousins and my hair stylist (am I the only person on earth with a hair stylist who gives my child presents?) it adds up to a lot.

Combine that with the sudden need Mr. Kaos had to rip a wall out of K's closet to check into something, the fact that there are two additional adults occupying the space that the 3 of us normally share and all the usual insanity around the Kaos house and you have a big.fricken.mess.

Plus K got My Sims for the Wii and um.... I've been

helping

her with it.

Then put the big ol cherry of my brand new toy on top... things have been a little crazy.

I'm trying to bring it down. I'm trying to get things organized, sorted, calm.

Oh how I want things to be organized, sorted and calm.

Before the whole organized and sorted thing can happen though I have to make another trip to IKEA to set K up with a brand new closet, get a curtain and other organizy type things for the bathroom and um... yeah, eat some Swedish Meatballs with french fries and gravy.

Yes, consumer whore cami is in full effect ladies and gentlemen...

Oh did I mention my fab new boots and scarf??

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