Sunday, December 20, 2009

Happy Holidays

Papi let me sleep in this morning. I woke to Becca's voice saying, "Cotton candy! And a stuffed unicorn!" The neighbor had been by with gifts.

Then we went on a little road trip. Four hours in the car with E&B squabbling endlessly. At one point they were obnoxious enough that I yelled, "if you say one more word I'm throwing your unicorn out the window!" [Never thought of that one, eh, Joan Crawford?]

Later I asked Papi how he stayed so calm on the trip. He said, "I imagined I was driving to an orphanage."


  1. Did they continually kick your seat this time and sing "You're a grand old flag?"
    I'll never get over that image...
    I'm going to take Papi's advice. What a great coping strategy!

  2. Ha! In moments of parental despair,I've often moaned about this being the longest babysitting job I've ever had and WHEN are the parents getting HOME??

  3. My husband and I got a good laugh, thanks Papi. Seriously. That's all I can say. We're in the same boat. Thanks Santa for turning almost normal kids into complete a-holes in the weeks coming up til Christmas.