It's over...it's all over.
We're all hung over...Santa included.
Actually, Santa's probably drunk in the Bahamas somewhere...wouldn't you be??? Mrs. Claus is probably reminding him to use sunscreen while he's happily roasting himself on the beach. Good for him.
The Crazies were so done that they had lunch at 11:30 and were down for naps by 1:00. That's pretty rare in these parts.
God, why the hell did I just slip into a Southern accent? "These parts?" Who the hell am I?
It was awesome. Matt loved his train table...had to be coaxed to open up all of his presents. Hailey was in love with her doll house, but is paying more attention to her trike. She opened all of her presents in 12.2 seconds...and was trolling for more.
Every time she gets on her tricycle, she puts her helmet on and pounds the top of it like a football player trying to get psyched up for the big game.
I'm exhausted...that's what faking your way through all of Christmas with a horrible head cold will do to you!
We ate, we laughed, we drank, we played, we read, we slept, we watched movies, we ate, we fought, we cried, we fell down, we played through Wii injuries (and by "we," I mean me).
All the makings of a good hangover.
Do I have pictures? Yes, I have pictures. I already posted them on FB, but am too freaking lazy to do it here yet. I'll get to it. I know...I know...it's so much easier to read blogs that are all pictures when you're hungover, right? That's also not really reading, suckas!
Okay, whatever...let's do something easy since we're all hungover...Sunday Senses:
I see a computer monitor, my wonderful tree, and football.
I smell nothing...I'm freaking sick, remember?
I hear Husband trying to tell me about something disgusting while I desperately try not to hear it.
I feel warmth. I don't know if I'm really happy or if I have a fever...probably a fever!
I taste remnants of a sugar cookie that I happily doused in icing.
Tell me what your senses are experiencing?
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I'm smelling french fries baking in the oven, watching Bolt on TV and waiting and waiting and waiting for Bee to get home so that we can eat dinner (I feel my stomach growling).
Definately having a Christmas hangover. I'm not sure I'm happy that Christmas is over, or sad. It's like a big let-down afterwards. We already took the tree down today, simply because the cat wouldn't quit climbing up the trunk and it was annoying. I used to keep it up as long as possible. Kids are happy, so that's what counts. I am used to my husband being here, though, since he had the last 3 days off. Very unusual. How will I ever handle tomorrow?!
At this point I wish I had a Christmas Day hangover.
I hear a 42 year old fighting with a 9 year old over a Wii game...and smell microwave pizza for dinner.
Something is wrong with this picture but I'm not going to get off this couch to figure it out! :) Merry post-Christmas Day to me.
hung over here too.
i won't go into my senses - i am too tired and pissed at my husband to discuss...
Christmas Eve with the Inlaws, 2 days at my sisters, back in town tonight and back to the in laws tomorrow then on the road again Tuesday. I thought this was vacation!?! lol!
Overall, Christmas has been pretty good - lots of pics to upload (haven't even taken the camera back out to upload pics yet), lots of smiles from the kids, not too much drama but exhaustion is setting in!
5 senses:
Smell: fresh laundry out of the dryer
Taste: A cold glass of wine
Hear: Glee (season 1 on DVD thanks to DH)
See: Glee (see above)
Touch: Computer keyboard and my warm fleecey blanket
I have a 3 year old in my lap in between me and the computer...he's playing Angry Birds on my iPhone...
I agree, hangover is the word. I'm off work until the 3rd and heading out to Yoga today (my Christmas gift).
I am smelling absolutely.not.a.damn.thing. Sick : (
And you were channeling me with your southern term : D
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