The holidays weren't great around these parts. There, I said it. Not that I have any trouble saying things on my site, but I've been working really hard to temper my reaction to the outside world, because aren't the holidays supposed to be so fun with kids?
Here's what I've come to dread every year. The nightmare juggle of family and big productions and now, bonus overstimulated kids having meltdowns.
Christmas Eve had to be done at my in-laws because my bro-in-law was working on Christmas Day (water treatment doesn't stop for holidays y'all)
Christmas Day was supposed to be at my parent's house until I figured out that as is typical, my mom was being cagey and didn't clearly state when my brother would be in town. I found out on Christmas Eve that he wasn't flying in until Monday, the day AFTER Christmas. Ummm....so why wouldn't I want to see him again? I kinda like that brother after all. Ok, so last minute scramble to change schedule and figure out if we have enough food in the house for a Christmas dinner I didn't plan on making. Lucky for us, a box of mac n' cheese satisfies Mr. Picky. Also, there was shrimp in the freezer. And a liquor store half a block away.
So, Christmas Day dawns after a Christmas Eve of crazy cousin time and presents at in-laws. A fun time by all I'm sure, but overstimulated and overtired left us with assholes for kids. Santa brought the wrong dump truck (naturally). The wind picked up in the afternoon, by which time, kids were super antsy, they had already watched a movie, and plans to visit the zoo (it's open!) were stymied. A quick trip to the park got us out for an hour so yay?
Day after Christmas brings the awkward Geochick family dinner and gift opening. Gee mom, thanks for the pasta attachment that I won't ever ever ever notinamillionyears use. Also, those sonic care toothbrush heads for my non-existent sonic care toothbrush are awesome. The topper was the sparkly hair clip accompanied by the comment "I got that because I thought you wore hair clips sometimes". Yep, used to. I'm old now and tend to shy away from sticking rhinestones on my head unless it's Halloween, but hey, you thought something...
Oh, and the EXACT SAME remote control car that X got two years ago, is now the worst remote control car ever because he couldn't figure out how to make it move forward in a straight line.
December 27th brought sweet sweet work as usual. I've never been so excited to go sit it an empty office and not talk to people.
December 27th also brought a surprise box from one of my other siblings to which X and A excitedly tore into until X realized all he got was a couple of books (oh the horrors) and A was the one who got a toy. Tantrum commenced.