Yippee. Yahoo. Christmas is over, and I survived. I am so glad it is over and done. Done done done.
The children are nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of MORE presents dance in their heads
With her new pressure cooker, mama is a chef
and so on
They're so spoiled (it's not me...it's their six grandparents).
I hate Christmas, and I'm just glad I survived. The stress was so, uhhh, stressful. I was wound tighter than armature. But I made it. Barely. Thanks be to champagne and NSAIDs (but not together). I spent most of today on the couch with a fever and stomach ache (psychosomatic, I'm sure).
The kids were none the worse for the wear though. They were happy enough to crawl on me and bring me books to read them. Plus, apparently, I have established myself as Alpha Mom as they kept asking me whether it was OK for them to do certain things (that I was incapable of stopping if they had decided to go ahead). It was pretty awesome. I love those crazy kids.
Bobo's favorite toy: Stacking Robots.
Chuckles's favorite toy: Lego Creator Toys (various)
Mr. Long-Suffering's favorite toy: Wireless Motion Sensor Porch Light
SarcastiCarrie's favorite new toy: Fagor Pressure Cooker
This post is not sponsored by amazon or anything and I'm not getting anything (no kickbacks) in exchange for letting you know what we got. It was just a very amazon Christmas.