Wednesday, December 01, 2010
it's the most wonderful time of the year... and my kids went to bed weeping
It was not an auspicious day for trimming the ol' Christmas tree. Had I consulted the I Ching or the Farmer's Almanac or even taken the time for a gut check I would have known to stop before we all say things we will regret in the morning. Super Q was on day 3 (possibly 4) of strep throat--not quite 24 hours on the antibiotics but feeling well enough to require my undivided attention all day. I obliged--we ran a few errands and worked on some Christmas projects (including a tree skirt that turned out way more Cat-in-the-Hat than planned). Everything was humming along until Flash came home and the bickering and tattling commenced. It waned long enough to put ornaments on the tree and then, yep, picked right back up in time for milk and cookies in the kitchen. Somebody left right in the middle of the treats and stomped upstairs like a 4 year old. That same somebody also said "freaking" upward of 3 times before the night was over. Boys were in bed at 8:30 amid a torrent of tears. Half of me feels completely justified (the bickering! it's killing me!). Half of me wants to go patch things up. Guess I'm headed upstairs for hugs and kisses.