Never Say Never
All too often I will tell people don't say never because you do not honestly…
The kids were here on Christmas Eve for our annual pizza and presents with my Dad and Step Mom. You wouldn’t believe how freaking happy I was to get new hand towels, my six year old didn’t get why I was so happy over new hand towels, it’s an adult thing I suppose. I also got this really cool candle that changes colors and stuff, I will be sharing it online soon I am sure. Maybe on my YouTube Channel, who knows.
Christmas Eve was fun, all three kids returned by 5pm from their Dads and I invited my ex hubs to stay for pizza because he will forever be a part of this family. It helps that I think of my ex husband as a great friend, so of course he could stay! Just an FYI – the ex husband is my two sons Dad. Pizza was enjoyed and the Grampa bought hot dog pizza special ordered from my daughter’s favorite local pizza joint, he scored some major Grampa points with that choice!
Presents were opened. Kids were happy. I was happy. Then it was time to depart, so my Dad and Step mom ventured off back to VT & the ex hubs heading back to his place, while I worked on calming the children down to get to bed. After all, Mrs. Claus had some presents to wrap and Santa duties to tend to. Once the kids were all snuggled up in their beds and fast asleep, Santa dropped off stocking stuffers and presents under the tree then went to sleep.
Christmas started at 5 in the morning, no joke. I had prepared my coffee so that all I would have to do was hit on in the morning but those kids were way too quick to get downstairs to their stockings that I had zero time to venture to the kitchen. I survived the stocking stuffer opening then paused em all so I could snag me some
energy coffee. Then I went back downstairs as the kids tore through all of the presents and next thing I know all presents have been opened.
It was time to get the kids dressed and ready for Dads. I was dropping the oldest to her Dads house then the ex was coming to pick up the boys here about 8 am. My Christmas morning went by so fast and as I hugged the kids goodbye I thought to myself, I should probably clean this tornado of a mess house. Then I thought twice; why is it my duty to clean up after my tornado of kids? So yes, today my boys shall return to their Mama and I will be enlisting them to help clean up the basement, get the decorations off of the tree so I can carry it upstairs and throw it outside.
From there, we will probably have some hot cocoa and enjoy some random conversations with the new toys they got. Tomorrow the daughter returns and I will be having her clean up her tornado of a bedroom.
The aftermath of Christmas … joy!