Let me start by saying that everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. and in this family, we don't do anything halfway so when I say went wrong, I mean went wrong. Christmas Eve, I had a list and I was determined that we were going to do every flippin thing on that list and this was going to be the Best Christmas Ever. We were going to get the house cleaned during the day so that I wasn't up all night giving my husband his annual gift of a seriously scrubbed house and then we were going to make cookies for Santa and Alex was going to get to help and I bought extra mix so that he could lick whatever the heck he wanted to lick and not have it "ruin" Santa's cookies. after that, when Dad got home, we were going to see Christmas lights and then pile up in Mama's room to watch a Christmas classic. It was going to be epic. and the kids would never forget this Christmas as long as they live.
Not so much. I couldn't get the house cleaned. I'd clean, they'd mess. I tried to get them to help and the goofy child opted to take the coal instead of cleaning. I tried to set up a section of the basement with a table and some broken down office chairs for their new X-Box system to go with Dad's new pool table and was questioned every step of the way because "Dad said..." Boy, I don't care what Dad said. He's not boss, he just thinks he is. 5:30pm, I'm waking the Goofy child up. 6:00 wake the Goofy child up. Now, this is the boy who roams the house all hours of the night playing musical beds. What the hell? We never did get to go see lights because Dad worked late and we ran out of time. 9:30pm Santa's cookies were coming out of the oven. We didn't get to watch a movie because the sound in the TV broke, like the speakers blew or something, and it took too long to get it fixed. By the time bed time rolled around, I was very pleased to have "special coffee".
Christmas morning... Alex woke up with a bloody nose, the kids were crazy hyper, the bacon was burned, batteries were missing, several trips to the gas station to get items that cost 3 times the amount you would pay in a grocery store, several toys came out of the box not working, clothing was the wrong size, Alex spilled his soda all over the both of us... man, the list could go on forever. It just was not a day for ANYTHING to go right! Except the important things. The things that make Christmas... well, Christmas.
I love that Santa knows just what Alex likes-
no paper, no packages ;)