I am a 38yo wife, mother, friend & sister. I have been married for 17 years, and I have two children: Music (formerly Karate Kid) my 14yo son, and Drama Queen, my 12yo daughter.
This morning was the Christmas party with all of the kiddos that I watch. Good grief! Have you ever tried opening presents with 8 kids? Here are some snippets of conversation:
From the kids (pretty much all talking at the same time):
* Can you open this box for me? * No! That's mine! * Where's my lightsaber? * Why did she bring presents for them and not for us? * (louder now) Can you open this for me? * What did he get? * (much louder now) Open this for me!
From me:
* No, no. Take that out of your mouth. * Would you please get the wrapping paper out of the baby's mouth? * Yes, I will open your box. Give me just a second. * No, that's his present. * Accckkk! Get that out of your mouth! * Why do they wire these toys to the box with 1001 wires? * Honey, don't eat that. * I see that. Can I have it, please, before you put it in your mouth? * Yes! I will open your box. * It's here somewhere. Look under the wrapping paper. * Yes. I. Will. Open. Your. Box.
Add to this scenario sugar cookies with frosting (provided by one of the parents) and a project spread out on the table that included wrapping paper and contact paper. Then slowly pan around the rest of the kitchen. Didn't I just have this place cleaned up? Why does it look like the housewares aisle threw up all over the counters?!
