It is a Christmas miracle that the boys and I survived Saturday, and I’m using the word “survived” loosely. It wasn’t without tears and the deafening silence of two children afraid of their mother.
To be fair, it was my own fault for expecting so much out of a seven and four year old. But since I cannot seem to say no ever, I said yes to one event too many. The problem was that I wanted to do them all and the poor boys and I suffered for it.