Luckily that was about the worst of it.
Except Santa brought his big gift, which involved the twins going on a treasure hunt to find it, which involved going outside, in the rain.
They didn't care. And in the end they rode their new present for about 5 minutes in the rain. Yesterday I was able to watch them actally enjoy it for a few minutes before I crashed on the couch again. What is it about Christmas that wears us out? After all the prep - we are pooped afterwards.
So today I'm back at work and the kids and hubby are lounging around, or else doing this.


