Trot's expression in this picture sort of sums up how I feel after the last 24 hours or so; confused, a tad dazed, and wondering when the tilt-a-whirl is gonna stop so I can get off and hurl.
We've been to both sets of parents homes, communion at church, had Santa AND the Tooth Fairy visit on the same night (Rakes lost his second tooth within a 10 day span; at this rate he's gonna be gumming his cheeseburger from McDonald's sometime in the next 30 days.)
Added to the pile of toys, games, and gadgets has been a WII, and flat screen tv, 4 WII games, 2 lightsabers for the WII (sadly, we lost both within 1 1/2 hours of opening thanks to Trot and his Godzilla like way of playing with stuff) and two remote control cars that have yet to reach the scrapyard but I've got $50 bucks that says they don't make it past Saturday. We've got 5 sets of pajamas, 4 stuffed animals, 3 wore out kids, 2 exhausted parents and a partridge in a pear tree in need of intense psycho therapy.
Throw in the fact I'm so out of shape that I think I tore my rotator cuff playing WII golf, Rakes muttered "D****t" when I missed my 6th putt on hole #3 (which led to a 10 minute session of Rakes in the box and me doing my best impression of Dennis Franz from NYPD Blue on where exactly he picked up this new bit of vocabulary. Best I can figure it was from "The Sandlot" (but who knows?) and Trot duck walking his way out of my Mom's bathroom and uttering "I pooped my pants, Dad. Can I have some more punch?", and I'm thinking I should just stick my head in the oven and just get it over with.
But just when I'm ready to pull a Krank and skip Christmas altogether, Ange goes and takes a picture like this and I'm Griswold-esque in my love of this special day all over again.
If you laughed half as much as I did today, or loved a fraction as much as I did today, or even lost your temper AS MUCH as I did today, consider yourself blessed.
Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, and the countdown to Truck Day is officially on.
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