Did we catch SANTA CLAUS?

Monkey had an idea. How about we set up our camera in the living room to try and catch Santa by surprise?
Who was I to say no?
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, the camera was placed on the mantle above, motion detector on.
We tucked Monkey and Sugar Bug in, their eyes dancing with anticipation about what the morning would bring.
Last presents wrapped, all cards signed and sealed.
One more look around, Doors locked, Dogs inside, Both kids fast asleep.
Off to bed Wheeler and I went, so tired were we - fast asleep before I could even count sheep.
Not long after, I woke to a click, Imagine my surprise when I realized, oh yes, that wasn't just any click, that was a camera click!
My eyes flew open, I sat up with fright! Then I jumped out of bed and ran downstairs as fast as I could.
Oh, but he was fast, faster than I! All I saw was a red flash as he dashed up the chimney, HO HO HO ~ echoing down.
Was this a dream? Was he really just here? Did I have evidence St. Nick had appeared?
I grabbed my camera, hands shaking and all, powered it on ~

this is what I saw...

Homemaker, schomaker

I used to pity stay at home mom's. They would fill out a loan application and list Homemaker as their occupation. I felt so sorry for them. I really did. It never occurred to me that they might *gasp* want to stay home! Working gave me a purpose, it defined who I was. It made me feel good about myself. I loved being a professional and wearing my "business clothes".
I would never become a person who lived only for her children. It was repulsive to me. The powers that be didn't give me that understanding...that is, until I had children of my own. As soon as I had my son, the maternal instinct just kicked in. While I was pregnant with him, I didn't even contemplate not going back to work. But after he was born, I could not imagine leaving him with someone else. I just couldn't do it! Unfortunately I had not planned on staying home, so I had to go back to work for a couple of years. Lucky for us, my Mom was able to take care of him during his early months. (Thanks Mom!) The second time around, I knew I wanted to stay home. So yes, I am a {GULP} homemaker. Staying home is not as easy as I thought it would be. It's not Soap Opera's and Bon Bons all day. As rewarding as it is, some days are tough. Today has been a trying day, one of those days when I ask myself, what in the world was I thinking?