Mama was a bit of a nut job today.
A bit emotional and quick to get exasperated, but with a side dose of flying-off-the-handle-cray-cray (though, in my defense, deservedly so—like when I accidentally flooded our master bathroom as the kiddos were bathing because I set the bathtub sprayer on the tile without turning it off, and subsequently caused myself a massive water-logged mess, a headbutt to the face from a startled kiddo, and two loads of sopping wet towels to launder after the cleanup).
Oye.
Let’s just say that every high—like our lovely Christmas holiday—has an inverse low.
And I’m hoping I hit mine today, ha.
Aside from the temporary lapses in sanity, it’s been a generally chill two days of Christmas aftermath.
You know, those beautiful—if weirdly tiring—days of catching up on laundry and wading through all the boxes and trash and chaos, and trying to find your kitchen counter beneath all the baked good detritus, while also sometimes cursing Santa and his glorious gifts that require a bit of parental assistance. ;)
Casa in point: I give you home manicures, slime making and lots and lots o’ LEGO building:
Chica sort of rocked her own leopard manicure...
Then she moved on to her beloved Mama...
There’s a learning curve, here. ;)
Luckily, some stamp-on butterflies and puppies cover all manner of manicure sins.
And just look at this mischievous slime face:
Blessedly, the kiddos and their LEGOs were pretty independent—but everywhere, all over the house.
Love my babies, even when I’m a bit cray-cray.
And luckily, the hubby loves me and my crazy, too.
Especially on this 18th anniversary of our wedding.
Stay healthy and sane (or more sane than yours, truly, at least), peeps.
Over and out.
No comments:
Post a Comment