Monday, January 01, 2007
Emerging from the Rubble Called Christmas
Yes, I am bah humbug through Christmas. It is a constant struggle the whole month! I feel beat down 99% of the time. An inner battle goes on within me to keep "Christ" in Christmas while being trampled on by all the craziness. I always lose but I am up again. ("...I get knocked down, but I get up again. Your never going to keep me down"...by Chumbawamba...remember that song).
So, I'm back. Have you missed me?
Not only Christmas madness but "Puppydom" about put me into a mental institution. I became "Yelling Mom". You know the one who yells at her kids at the slightest thing? No, I am not proud but I am praying THAT mom leaves and the real me (the rested, relaxed, redeemed me) returns. I shopped with my kids today and I do believe I am back. No yelling took place.
The boys and I went to Houston on the Thursday before Christmas to see the "Crazy Christmas Show" at Second Baptist Church. The boys loved it and Will has definitely decided he wants to be a Famous Dancer when he grows up (Jeffrey is a little nervous about that). My parents drove us back and we celebrated Christmas with Jeffrey's dad and 1/2 sister Lacey with the rest of the clan. We spent Christmas Eve with my parents by going to church, a movie, and dining that night on yummy tamales.
Santa brought Will a Nintento DS and Jake a CARS race track (which broke and we had to return...good job Santa!). After breakfast we went over to Jeffrey's parents house and