It starts out just lovely. Everyone is happy!
Then it's time to get the tree set up. Time to open boxes full of shiny and sparkly things. Excitement levels are starting to rise. The stockings come out of the boxes, books and movies that the kids haven't seen come out and by this point OVER excitement is an UNDER statement.
As I am trying to wrangle the christmas tree lights, I try not to get frustrated at the fact that last year I just threw them in the box in no real particular order. Ok cool, untangled. plug them and they work. YES! Get them on the tree, a bunch of them go out. Are ya joking me? Ok...fix it in a way that you cant tell. Then more go out. GR! Take them all off the tree and magically they FLIPPING work again. Twist every dang light to make sure none are loose. Put them back on the tree, another section turns off. AHHHH!!! Tell the kids to go play for a minute while I cuss and scrooge my way through the stupid lights.
So while in angry land, I didn't mention tp the kids what exactly they should play with. They decided to choose some wonderful breakable, fragile decorations to jump around with. They're so excited right now, if they were adults you would be certain there were substance issues at hand. Perfect.
Eventually decided to get a new string of lights and finish decorating tomorrow. Maybe everyone wont be so hyped up! Sent the babies to bed. Then I thought it was best that I hang out with an understanding friend for a bit. No, not Mitch. (He of course doesn't bother trying to convince himself that any such perfect memory making occasion will occur and ducks out of sight). I'm referring my pal sauvignon blanc.
But seriously thinking about it, I wouldn't trade my wild animals or crazy family for anything. Who wants that boring movie family anyways? We're loud. We're nuts. We love each other. I also love wine. What are we talking about? :)
