I've come to an earth-shattering conclusion which will reveal my true genius: getting ready for the holidays while enduring PMS may challenge the holidays with a child on steroids for enjoyability.
For the past few days, I've been snappish and mean to my children. Bet they can't wait to spend two whole weeks at home with me now.
This morning I made the monumental mistake of preparing Grands Cinnabon cinnamon rolls for the boys for breakfast, obviously ignorning the fact that I know Declan cannot cope well with all of the additives and preservatives in stuff like that. But they were in the fridge and needed to be consumed (we were slightly past the expiration date), so I made them.
I regretted it about an hour later when he was bouncing off the walls and behaving in an agressive, obnoxious manner while we were all trying to have a joyous time decorating gingerbread houses.
I was not feeling the joy.
So my sister started looking up videos on YouTube. I never knew she spent so much time on YouTube.
One Semester of Spanish Love Song
Second Semester of Spanish Love Song
United Breaks Guitars--this one is a true story. Over 6 million hits.
They made me giggle.
Now I am in slightly better humor. But that mostly goes away when I think about how in 20 minutes I have to leave to go to a mandatory employee training. On the last Saturday before Christmas. And it should have been done before the mountain opened a month ago. But I am not in charge and they apparently did not feel the need to consult me before scheduling this. Curious.