Christmas cont.

Lest you were left in tears and wondering about my very difficult day of lights and total despair with decorating.......here is a follow-up.
First, I finally just didn't try so much. Planned. Waited to go get my kids. Went and got the darlings. Told my current at home eldest about my light woes. He laughed. Commiserated about the flashing lights.........he doesn't like them either.
But the ride home.......oh my goodness. My eldest was arguing with the youngest about who should carry the saxophone. The middle two arguing about a chapstick and who it belonged to. And other equally important arguments continued. We pulled in the drive. The doors opened and I began loudly praying for my children.......they laughed and continued arguing......sigh. As we walked into the house I said "I'm going to have another baby because maybe I can raise this one better." Without a pause, my most middle child says, "it's about time, but it won't be better because we'll be here to teach it." Sigh. Again.
But, we arrived in the house and found the offending "flasher" bulb. That fixed, I headed out to find icicle tinsel. Who knew that it was so rare? Besides, getting away was a good thing. Gave directions for beginning tree decorating. Four stores later, four boxes of tinsel in hand and the precious candy canes and I arrived home to a home where the kids had done as I asked, had loaded the back porch up with wood for the coming cold night and had the lasagna in the oven.
Anna and I spent time putting the tinsel, mercury beads and candy canes on the tree. In the dark with just the lights of the tree on. And it's so pretty.
The arguing has ceased. Not the kidness......just the pettiness. The tree is good. Very good. It wasn't the same without Joe. Anna cried too. But life moves on. And good comes. Even in the midst of pain. Pretty trees still occur. How I'll do it when it's no kids, I have no idea, but I don't have to worry about that just yet.
So, I made it through the day without any profanity. With an abundance of tears. And lots of kid love. They are good for me.
Regarding the baby..........that was sarcasm.
blessings,
rhonda