Christmas at home means four big boys and an infant up at 6 and acting a fool. Much screaming, much running, much talk of poopy-heads and boo-boo butts.
Breakfast by 7: Pure sugar cinnamon rolls and orange juice, a totally balanced affair. Weak coffee in the French press for adults. I keep my snobbery to myself and thank the hostess for her efforts.
Out the house by 8:45. Just me and 4 boys in the back yard while other adults get it together. Full-force running with loud bikes and push toys for a good 15 minutes straight!
Sorry, neighbors. Thank you for your silent suffering.
No-booze-before-noon rules will totally be broken this week. That’s just how it’s gonna be.
And that, Dear Reader, is just the kid stuff. The adult dynamic is much, much more interesting/insane/booze worthy.
Fa la la la la, la la la la…
Stick with me. It’s gonna be a good week of blogging.