Wednesday, December 25, 2013
Christmas Morning 2013
Last night as the candy and fun and lack of sleep started accumulating I made the prediction that within 24 hours at least one child would throw-up.
I received a text from Matt a few hours ago informing me that sadly, Aliyah was the victim of my prediction. Sadness.
I know we should have turned it off, but we didn't think anyone would call.
He came downstairs asking why this phone was ringing in the closet. So much for the element of surprise.
But Christmas day is so marvelous; it's like being on drugs (I would assume). No responsibilities for anyone. Do anything you like. Oh, you're bored with your toy? Go get another one! Oh, you're hungry? Go get your bag of chips or your box of sugar cereal that Santa brought you. You want to play a video game? Play until your eyes start twitching. You don't want to get dressed? I don't blame you-- I don't get dressed on Christmas Day either.
It's almost 8:30pm right now and I am sad that the day is coming to an end. I am in heaven.
Good thing tomorrow will be more of the same. Although I will get dressed.
Merry Christmas to all and to all a goodnight!