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The sky here is gray and bleak and its snowing like crazy. This is going to make getting to my mother's harder.
It would be easier to find some holiday spirit around here if Evan would stop saying "oh no, Mamma, Santa not coming. Christmas not coming."
Etsy has been a uniformly positive experience, as has Ebay. Amazon (even Amazon marketplace) not so much.
E has also been getting up between 530 and 6 am every morning and shouting "I'm hungry" at us, demanding that we come downstairs and have breakfast. This is stretching tempers pretty thin around here as we've been going to bed fairly late. I've had to work until 10 pm both the past nights and then trying to get stuff done when I get home has led to some long nights. This morning when E got up he was content to lie in bed with us for a while but eventually he got wiggly and restless and demanded "down" and "breakfast" and Josh really lost his temper with E and made E cry. Now hw feels terrible and E keeps telling me he's "mad at Daddy". (He and I are watching Rudolph right now, a story about penitent fathers and strong-willed sons.)
Also, we're all sick which isn't helping the situation.
So that's the state of things here on Christmas Eve. I'm hoping by the time we have dinner tonight things will improve somewhat, but all in all this isn't going to be the most festive of holidays for us.
It would be easier to find some holiday spirit around here if Evan would stop saying "oh no, Mamma, Santa not coming. Christmas not coming."
Etsy has been a uniformly positive experience, as has Ebay. Amazon (even Amazon marketplace) not so much.
E has also been getting up between 530 and 6 am every morning and shouting "I'm hungry" at us, demanding that we come downstairs and have breakfast. This is stretching tempers pretty thin around here as we've been going to bed fairly late. I've had to work until 10 pm both the past nights and then trying to get stuff done when I get home has led to some long nights. This morning when E got up he was content to lie in bed with us for a while but eventually he got wiggly and restless and demanded "down" and "breakfast" and Josh really lost his temper with E and made E cry. Now hw feels terrible and E keeps telling me he's "mad at Daddy". (He and I are watching Rudolph right now, a story about penitent fathers and strong-willed sons.)
Also, we're all sick which isn't helping the situation.
So that's the state of things here on Christmas Eve. I'm hoping by the time we have dinner tonight things will improve somewhat, but all in all this isn't going to be the most festive of holidays for us.
