Oh my goodness, I just got this close to “canceling Christmas”. For the SECOND time Melissa & Andrew attacked the tree while I ate and/or took care of Holly. At least this time nothing broke (like it did on their first attempt). But several precious ornaments still ended up on the floor. I had to put the little criminal duo on time out and desperately tried to fix everything quickly while Holly screamed in the bassinet. Fun times.
And you know, I’m the furthest thing from a grinch! Christmas has always been my favorite time of year, so it takes a lot to get me this grumpy about it. Right now I’ve come to the point of wishing everybody had their gifts already to get this over with. I have to remind myself of how much I usually love the decorations, the child-like wonder, the right to splurge on something without husband objection… Actually, our first Christmas was what made us realize we wanted a family sooner rather than later. It was just us in California, so we were like, “we need some kids!”
Well, we got them. I keep fantasizing of the time in their lives when they’ll enjoy the season AND respect the sanctity of the Christmas tree.
And on that note, sorry I haven’t respected the sanctity – I mean, the intended frequency – of this blog. We’ve just gotten over a tumultuous week when EVERYBODY got the flu, or at least something as horrible. David was the only one mostly safe, since he got the shot. I’m still slightly traumatized about it. Even when things are ok in the day, I’m afraid to believe it too much (to the point of grabbing the computer to blog). Right now, as I do this, Holly screams after a teasing micro-nap on the swing. See what I’m talking about?
So I’d better go. Oh, and to end on a happy note – I get my gift today!! Because YES, I deserve it sooner. And because a better flat iron (for more decent Christmas pictures) can’t wait.