This wasn’t my best Christmas Eve. The kids were tired from celebrating yesterday with my mom and dad. I tried all day, with extremely limited success, to unpack their loot from that party so they could play with it and leave me some time to clean up for our company tomorrow. I have to work tonight, and so will miss the family gathering at my Grandma’s house. We haven’t made it to church at all this week, what with tired and/or sick babies and bad weather. By the time the Jellyman got home from work, the house was a disaster and his entire family was crabby. Merry Christmas.
He just called me from upstairs. “Take a break from checking email, and see the mess I’ve made in your kitchen,” he said. So, I went.
He’s making beef stroganoff and popovers, which is what my grandmother always serves Christmas Eve.
He’s mine, and you can’t have him. *Sniff*