My first Christmas with having the kids here for Christmas Eve / Christmas morning. Most split families do the “every second year” thing, but with my shift work it’s very rare that I have Christmas Eve and Christmas Day off. Even better, I also have Boxing Day off! Means I’ll have a smaller cheque than previous years, but I get to spend time with my children. And that’s important, right?
Even if it means cleaning up Christmas projectile puke off the bathroom floor at 1am.
I’ve been fighting a losing battle with a cold, and my son just flat out surrendered to whatever was bugging him. What a mess!
My daughter was in good spirits though. Seems that women are stronger than men after all… or they’re just the ones poisoning us.
Now I have a house that looks as though a dirty bomb went off in it… I’m slowly wading through piles of dishes, wrapping paper, clothes… rumour has it that I haven’t opened all my gifts yet, but I’m having a hard time locating anything else in this disaster zone. I’m tired. Still coughing. Cranky. Hyped up on sugar. So yeah, it’s pretty much a usual Sunday night for me!
Merry Christmas to All!