It’s the day of the night before Christmas and I’ve been in lock down with my kids for three whole days now. I wish the whole damn thing was over, and they were going to be back at school tomorrow. Alas I still have an entire week left to endure.
Mistakenly, I thought the holiday was timed perfectly this year. A weekend right before the big day would provide just enough time to get everything done: The cooking, the baking, the wrapping and the shopping (because my husband gave me his list a week ago so I wasn’t able to get anything on it yet so I had to go to Macy’s the Saturday before Christmas). I survived. What I didn’t realize was my kids would be glued to each of my legs the entire time I was doing all this.
By today all the Christmas spirit has effectively been wrenched out of me. I need some alone time. I need to escape my family for a good long while like a week, possibly a month, in order to appreciate them all come Christmas morning. But I don’t think I’ll get that between now and tomorrow. I’ll just have to suffer through.
There is one light spot, though. And that’s this:
Not the best shot I know so here’s a close up.
We had to wait until kitty was sleeping to wrestle this Santa hat onto her head. She must have been really tired because we had enough time to squeeze it onto her head and take the pictures. That’s what she gets for waking me ever two hours during the night for kitty cuddle time.
I hope these ridiculous photos bring you some Christmas joy, and I wish you all a merry survival!
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