Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Christmas Eve's Eve

When you've spent five hours in the car with kids, and you have six more hours ahead of you the following day, and both trauma kids are on wig-out mode, and the five-year-old wants everyone to look at her and pay attention to her, and one of the kids has a major stressed-out-clog-up-the-toilet poop (and you get to be the one to unclog it) ...

What is a mother to do?

She gives all five kids a Benadryl at bedtime and hangs out with her big brother, who she never sees enough.







Nothing like a big dose of James to keep me truckin'!


6 comments:

Cammie said...

Hope you had a great James visit!

Brenda said...

Awwww...on the visit. Ick on the poop and Aye yi yi on the rest.

Sara said...

oh my goodness!!! What a day.

Luke said...

Sometimes the extended family is just was the doctor ordered... if, in fact, the doctor was aware of the need and the remedy... which he wouldn't be, but that's really not the point, now, is it?

May all of today be more agreeable.

~Luke

Troy & Tara Livesay said...

Merry Christmas Christine! Thankful to have connected with you. We're meeting soon - we have to!

Amanda said...

SO fun!!! I wanted to give myself Benadryl a couple of times...