Apparently I started this post at 12:53 last night--but didn't make too much progress.
I love Christmas eve-eve. It's my favorite part of the holidays. Close enough to the big day to feel exciting, but not close enough to have one's presence required by anyone other than chosen friends.
The regulars came over for cocktails, cheeseballs, and games. I had about 2 drinks too many but maintained my composure fairly well. We busted out "Songburst," a game that is super fun, but that, for some reason, brings out the worst competitive side of all. E refuses to play, because singing is involved, so he is the DJ and dictator. Basically he chooses a card, and reads 4 things. A date, singer, title of song, and first 2-4 words of a line. The player then must SING the rest of the line, this moving spaces on the game board. (1977, Supertramp, "Give a Little Bit.) I believe at one point I hollered "This game is under protest! Fuck all of you!"
My dad called about 3 rum and cokes in to tell me that the Disney Princess Talking Vanity that he was putting together for me for Soph WAS NOT TALKING! So--I started making plans to head to Walmart first thing this morning (horror of horrors--Walmart on Christmas Eve) when Katy, in a supreme gesture of selflessness, offered to take care of it. Luckily for her, the vanity just needed a good thump, and began talking as it should.
Bought E and Janz a KICK ASS present--will post later on what it is as E may read this, but suffice it to say, I nearly sprained my back again wrapping it. Still need to wrap the Santa gifts for Soph which include a glow-in-the-dark Doodle Bear, Polly Pocket magic bead jewelry maker, Dance-a-rella ballet dvd-o-rama thing, Mrs. Potato Head, and a few other things I can't remember. (The vanity will just get a big bow.)
So--very tired, but feeling ok. Christmas pictures and posts to come.
Today's best thing about being a mom:
Sticking adhesive bows all over each other
Today's worst thing about being a mom:
Oh--how I miss sleeping in after a night of debauchery. No rest for the wicked I guess.