Sometimes my favorite part about Christmas is when it's over. Not like it isn't awesome for your kids to open a Wii on Christmas morning and exclaim, "Now we're like a normal family!" but there's only so much cheer I'm capable of spreading and it stops short of doing cartwheels over the alarm clock I got for Cory (it reflects the time on the CEILING!). The bad news is I couldn't take one more day of all The Stuff. The good news is I think this reduces my chances of ever being featured on "Hoarders".
So today the kids and I spent ALL DAY taking down lights, throwing trees, garland, nativity scenes and whyistheresomuchcrap into boxes, and sweeping and vacuuming in order to get our life back. I can breathe - all is well.
But before that there was the Wii, Britney Spears, and Drew:
The kids showed me how to make a Mii, so I tried to make Hugh Jackman:
Drew had two things on his list this year: jeans, and fake facial hair. We splurged and got both - we already had the sombrero:
Ooh! And remember when we went to the Bahamas?
That reminds me, did I ever tell you that Cory was a redneck for Halloween and Drew was a Chipotle burrito?
I could keep going, but if I'm not careful, before you know it we'll be talking about the time I sang "Happy Birthday" to some Jehovah's Witnesses in an elevator several years ago. Now, time to go set some goals for 2011 that I have no intention of keeping.