Let me tell you, that got mileage. "When Grandmaman comes by, can we give her some Christmas Poos?" I was treated to the angelic strains of Petit Caca Noël drifting through the house for most of the morning...
Yesterday, Jean Charest was voted into a majority provincial government in Quebec, with no help from us. We forgot to vote yesterday. The kids were home from school because their school had been transformed into a (our) polling station. We were so distracted with the craziness of December Children that it was 8:36 pm before we realized it was voting day. Oops.
We actually had a nice day at home yesterday; everyone was into doing their own thing. I even went to the gym (and while I was gone Constance successfully wielded her Big Sister Responsibilities by convincing Ben that he wasn't allowed to use the stove -- to make chocolate truffles -- when their were no parents home.) We made Ben's truffles later in the afternoon. A pretty successful endeavour, it turned out. I was able to convince Ben that they didn't need to be cooked after all.
It was when Dad got home that the Christmas Crazies set in. (It didn't help that we had hot dogs for supper - a practically inconceivable treat. The 'dogs were inhaled before a bum even hit a seat at the dining room table.) The Christmas season has it's ups and downs. It's a lovely time of year, but children LOSE THEIR MINDS with excitement. Ben hasn't slept in about four days, he's so hyped up. McPie and I were up all night last night winding down from the evening onslaught, and around 4:00 AM we formulated a crackdown plan involving cleaning bedrooms, reduced computer time, independent dishwasher loading, and minimized sugar intake. For the kids of course! But participating in the plan will probably help us, too.
You see, they look all lovely and angelic:
And then the Crazies hit...
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