It's almost midnight the night before my family takes a six hour (maybe 8 hour) trip to Grandmother's house for Christmas. The weeks leading up to this trip have been hectic and I would really like to stay home. However, no can do.
The car is packed, the gifts bought and J. and A. are sleeping soundly. I am not. Why? Well, my three year old is still awake. He's still awake and singing "Who Let the Dogs Out" to his toy hedgehog. ( Last week the kid was wrestling his underwear. This kid is ODD!) If I were a good mom I would write this down in his scrapbook and think, "What a funny story!" Alas, I am not a good mom. I just pumped him full of Benadryl (he does have a cold) and myself with Excedrin PM. "GO TO SLEEP!!" is what I am thinking.
A. had two playdates this week. They made masks and chocolate covered whatevers and had tea parties. I feel really bad that when A. has a playdate here I put them in the basement so that I can go smoke a cigarette. I was thinking about what the road trip will be like tomorrow. My mom always had lots of games to play with us. I just want them to sleep for six hours. I am going to need a HUGE bottle of Benadryl.
This Christmas should be interesting. Whenever my family gets together, somebody cries. I just hope this year it isn't me. Two years ago my dad cursed out my five year old niece, my brother and I got into a shouting match in front of all my relatives and J. came down with a stomach flu. This year we are having some family issues. I plan to drink a lot.
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