Finding a Smile

If I were with my babies tonight, we would probably have baked cookies. They like to do that on Christmas Eve. We'd clean the pan, they'd probably argue over who was gonna get the last one, and I'd end up splitting it in half, and reminding them about the spirit of the season. Looks of guilt would come across their faces, and they'd glance at each other in a way of silently saying "my bad", knowing that Mommy didnt approve, and then I'd let them open one of their presents, silently saying "it's ok." Once the wrapping paper from the opened gifts are thrown out, I'd send them to bed, letting them know that nobody is to come jumping on my bed before 8am, even though I'd know I'd be up by 7, laughing on the inside, while I'm pretending to be sleep for that hour, listening to them whisper about who was gonna walk by the room next, to see if I woke up early.

These were the thoughts that got me through the night, and that bottle of pinot grigio didnt hurt either. I expect tomorrow to be kind of tough, but I'll make it through that too. Somehow.