Santa was a success. Christmas dinner was a success. I was able to bask in the wonderfulness of it all for about a day—once the dishes were done, of course. Then, the smallish people in our house dictated that all of that basking be over. Since then, I’ve been subjected to post-Christmas atrocities…
Things that have happened to me, post-Christmas, in the past two days:
I have had Nerf darts shot at me in rapid fire fashion
I have been run over by a remote control car. Ditch that—make it two racing remote control cars.
I have been accidentally dive-bombed (it hit me in the face, catching both eyes and my nose) by a remote control helicopter.
I have been jumped on by a seven year who cannot contain the excitement of Mom placing seven songs on his Walkman.
I have woken to the unique feeling of having ear buds shoved into my unsuspecting ear canal.
I have suffered the mall to spend Christmas money.
I cannot seem to avoid the siren call of leftover ham in the refrigerator.
Each and every year, I think it will be an excellent idea to take the week off between Christmas and New Years with the boys—while they are on break. Each and every year I am reminded that I forgot the preceding year’s events during such said break.
The good news is that my physical presence is likely slowing them down, and making them behave better than if they were left to their own devices nine hours a day, for a week, unsupervised…
We are deep in the throes of post-holiday atrocities ourselves. (I wonder: is this a phenomenon specific to parents of boys or do girls also find a way to turn their Christmas presents into weapons?) The atrocities, combined with a cold spell and the stir craziness that has accompanied it, have made me rethink our decision to spend a "quiet" Christmas at home this year. Maybe our usual plan of traveling nonstop for two weeks would better accommodate my boys' seasonal insanity?
ReplyDeleteAh, I have often wondered about this myself. I think, while girls might be less likely to turn presents into weapons, they do possess their own unique abilities to commit post-holiday atrocities! I think back to one daughter of a friend who decided to decorate the entire kitchen with lip balm she received in her stocking...
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