Yesterday we celebrated Christmas with The General's family. We filled ourselves to the point of nauseousness, laughed a lot, and rolled in about 3:30 am this morning. The General is currently at work for his annual training and somehow still going after being awake for over twenty-six hours as of this moment. The girls and I are surprisingly chipper. I think it has a lot to do with this fact: the girls received the Fisher-Price Loving Family Grand Dollhouse with kitchen and dining room sets from their Big Papa.
They have been playing with it since 9:30 am. That's four hours of cooperative play with only one minor disturbance to the glorious peace and quiet when Punkin hit Shortcake over the head with the grill that came with the bonus patio set.
As much as they appear to love this gift, it is I who am enjoying it most thoroughly. Thank you, Big Papa, for bringing so much happiness to our home in the hectic four days before Christmas. I never knew a dollhouse could bring so much joy to my life.
Of course, I am about to ruin that joy with a trip to the mall and Bed, Bath & Beyond, but the memory of the last four blissful hours may sustain me through the nightmare we are about to endure.