The Aftermath Of Christmas

Do you know what day it is?

I don't.

During winter break, I forget what day it is and have to think about it. All the days get blurred together. I mean, the kids are out of school. My husband gets random days off at work. So it's no wonder I don't know what's going on, who I am, or what bloody day it is.

We did have an enjoyable Christmas though. It started at 9, because I do not wake early. Honestly, some years I had to wake up my kids, but this year they were ready to go when I stumbled out of bed.

My son got many video games so I can count on one hand how many times I've seen or conversed with him since Christmas:

He also got Bob Ross shirts, because he loves Bob Ross. He says his voice is soothing:

My daughter got a bunch of random stuff:

My husband got me Mr. Poopy Butthole and a Plumbus. Don't know what they are? Watch Rick & Morty.

I got my husband this shirt, because he thinks this when he has to go shopping with us. Or when we're at a theme park and all over the place and all he wants to do is MAKE A PLAN. (But it's why he's no longer allowed to come to Disney with us. It's hard for him to go with the flow.)

He also got one of those bears that look friendly at first, and then get angry:

We also got a BB-8! He's pretty cool. He's remote control, he responds to your voice, and he'll follow you. Ruby the cat is like ????

Here is BB-8 responding to us and freaking out when we say Kylo Ren:



I won't lie, paper and boxes were still in the house the day after Christmas, because I don't have OCD and I, quite frankly, was too lazy to deal with it all after getting all of Natalie stuff out of the boxes. WHY is it so complicated at times? WHY are there so many hard ties holding things down? WHY did I keep losing the scissors?

I felt like Angry Snowball:

But you know, who cares if the house is messy? Memories were made!

And that's what's important.


How was your Christmas?