5:49 AM: woken up by the children. Anything with a 5 handle is just uncivilized.
7:20 AM: watched the carnage as five kids opened 2,000 gifts in under three minutes.
8:00 AM: got the mouth sweats as I made a "breakfast casserole". This might have to be it's own post.
11:30 AM: screamed at someone as they left for church.
1:30 PM: gave my kids popsicles and candy canes for lunch.
2:00 PM: started prepping dinner for 11 people.
5:00 PM: cleaned fresh vomit off the sofa cushions. Maybe not so surprising considering 1:30
7:00 PM: put Neosporin on the neck of a boy after a freak basement accident involving string, stairs and a gym mat.
11:00 PM: played "He said, she said" with my in-laws. I know.
2:00 AM: gave juice to a four year old having a night terror.
Wiped a thousand tears.
Happy birthday, Jesus!