Well, its the Monday after Christmas. Time to take down all the decor, vacuum up the tree needles, and eat all the Christmas candy before the New Year brings in its resolutions to lose weight.
I hope everyone had a very merry Christmas! We certainly had a great time at the Huffman Homestead. It was insanely busy, but still great. There were a few things I wish I could’ve changed… like my kid’s reaction to Christmas morning.
Before you have kids, you imagine all sorts of scenarios: your kid behaving like an angel at restaurants, never allowing them to watch TV, and how pleasant and magical Christmas morning will be.
Then, you have a child. And you get a big ‘o dose of reality.
Your child throws a tantrum at Olive Garden because they don’t have Chick-Fil-A nuggets.
You hit “Next Episode” three times on Netflix because you’d rather listen to Daniel Tiger talk about going potty than a screaming child.
And Christmas is a wrapping paper and cardboard box blur of trying to get toys out of the Fort Knox-like packaging before your child starts crying.
Yes, our dreams very rarely live up to reality.
Take our Christmas morning for example.
I thought it would be beautiful and wonderful and Huff the Tot would wake up in a GREAT mood, ready to see what Santa brought her.
I underestimated, however, how much like her mother she really is. This is what really happened:
Oh well. There’s always next year, right?