The original plan for tonight: Dinner with friends. Drive through Dunkin Donuts with children, order hot chocolate, and drive around town looking at Christmas light displays on houses, happily singing carols as we go.
The reality of tonight: Dinner with friends, but only three of us because Blaine was tired and Kellen basically ate himself sick with unlimited quantities of gingerbread house decorations earlier in the day (who could have predicted **that**??) Drive home after dinner, pick up Blaine and Kellen, and begin Dunkin Donut Hot Chocolate/Christmas Light Display Odyssey, but never make it out of the neighborhood because children won’t quit arguing over whose turn it is to select the Christmas music CD and why nothing is ever fair and how I don’t have to listen to you and I hate you you’re a stupid-head you’re a bigger stupid-head shut up until Mom’s head spins around and she yells, “That’s it, I’ve had it, you ungrateful brats!” and flips a U-ie in the mini-van without ever leaving the housing edition, and drives right back home.
I know three children who are SO getting coal in their stockings this year.
Don't you just love my Christmas spirit?