The Christmas Rush is on it's last legs and I am slowly recovering from the associated post-traumatic stress disorder I suffer from.
Toys are being confiscated at the smallest squabble, all decorations have been removed from sight, neglected or broken toys have been disposed of, sustained injuries are being left unattended, and I have resigned from Lego building duty. Incidents of stress induced hives have diminished and I no longer have the Christmas furrow between my eyes.
Now, I just have to make it through Alexandra's 8th birthday. I am already getting a headache thinking about it.
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