Next week the boys get home from school. At the moment, they are in the midst of final exams for the semester, and, like any good mother, I have shipped them large quantities of junk food I would never let them eat at home. There are cookies and candy canes, Hershey's Kisses and instant cocoa, mac and cheese, and whatever that stuff is that Chef Boyardee makes. It will get them through. There is also a cheap Santa hat and a note from Mom. Those are the most important items, of course. Because even though they both tower over me, which isn't hard to do, they are still my babies.
For those of you who also forgot to look at the clock at 12:12:12PM on 12/12/12, don't feel bad. It looked remarkably like 12:22:17. You didn't miss much.