Last night I was solo. Ben was out of town for the evening.
We went to Chic-Fil-A.
My kids are very used to eating in the car.
I wish I was the mom that didn't do that, but I am not.
Take me or leave me.
I can't always manage to control 3 boys 6 and under.
I can manage a classroom just fine.
Don't know the difference, but there is one.
Well, I had the house picked up and the Christmas lights lit. Point is the mood WAS happy.
(Ben said we have A LOT. I view it more as festive.)
We went to Walgreens to pick up the picture of choice for our Christmas cards.
I was really excited to pick out a new picture from the beach to smack on the front of them.
The beach pictures weren't the amazing shots I thought they would be.
One child was picking their nose.
Another child was eating what the other picked. You know, that kind of session. (slightly exaggerated for story purpose.)
Before I sent them to Walgreens, I altered the photos on our computer that is supposed to work miracles. It is known as a Mac.
I am going to blow that out of the water. IT doesn't work miracles. Bad pictures don't become amazingly worthy of Christmas card honor.
Who in their right mind started putting pictures on the cards anyway?
Well, I spent about an hour trying to pick a bad picture last night.
I stopped two people I know and one that I didn't in hopes of getting a consensus.
They liked different pictures. So, I had to pick one on my own. I had the chosen one printed. Quantity-100. I came back AGAIN to pick them up and they were TERRIBLE. WAY TOO DARK. Did I mention that I had the three boys with me?
I was willing to let that go. I would start over.
I must have had something slipped to me in my Diet Coke.
I came home and bathed my munchkins.
I gave them their much anticipated Christmas pajamas. It was fun at that point. Christmas lights. Clean little faces glowing with excitement.
We start our second round of Christmas card pictures. (I re-track my advice Kelley on the portable DVD. It simply did not work.) I began to sweat. I jumped up and down. I held the DVD over my head so they would look at me. I tried EVERYTHING.
David started to cry early on. HE did NOT stop.
It was seriously bad-from the beginning. Why did I not stop? I continued Session #2 for an HOUR and a HALF people. That meant my children were up past 9:30 for me to take a Christmas card picture.
Out of Control. I'll leave it at that.
p.s.-I mailed the cards today. I ended up with a beach picture. The picture wouldn't work the direction I wanted. That is okay. Life goes on. Next year, I will seek professional help-not for me, but the pictures. Hahaha.