Christmas

We had a small Christmas in terms of gifts for the kids compared to years past. But we did the best we could and that's what counts. Or so I thought. I had one kid who ripped on me for his getting socks (was a goof as they were actually meant for another kid), his stocking stuffers (were dumb) and something else I got wrong. OH! All the kids got Snuggies this year. Bear's and Pear's were matching solid color ones and the other three were cute designs with pockets. He put the Snuggie and my getting them down something fierce. Then he put it on and went fast to sleep, sleeping for a couple of hours. I took pictures.

Ha.

We had Christmas dinner at 6pm on Christmas day. I waited until the last possible moment to get started (it's like punishment y'all. Don't do that! Torture may be more apt!) and worked my tail off getting it done. Mike hates the production. He would prefer I do small dinners so I don't spend days in the kitchen. He's just happy when we're all around the table eating together. I feel like holiday meals are a 'gift' of meals put together from foods and dishes we don't normally eat. A treat gift. It's a labor of love for me. I love to do it for them just as much as I love to bitch about it. I do agree, however, with Mike. What makes the meal is everyone together. The kids know this as I go to great lengths to make sure everyone's schedule syncs up for dinner time. So this next bit nearly ruined Christmas for us. I think it did for Mike.

Wonderboy wanted to use the truck to go see his girlfriend for Christmas. He asked Mike, not me. Mike told him that he knew I wouldn't even consider allowing that if he didn't tell me what really happened to the truck. So in comes Wonderboy with a new story about what did the damage to the truck. It was another load of bull and I called him on it. Long story short, he went off on and then him and Mike got into it. He stormed out of the house and once home, sent me a text that said this:

"an eye for an eye. ruin plans I had before you even decided dinner was on christmas day and ill do it back. cause im not wakin up matt either. all i needed was the truck for a few hours and dad told me if i told you what actually happened, which i did, then youd let me use the truck. it was a flatbed. not a trailer. they're very different"

(in his new story he claims he clipped the end of a flatbed as it was going down the road. that doesn't explain the dents and broken stuff under the bed of the truck so I'm still not buying it)

I never responded to his text. His 'eye for an eye' thing was childish and I wasn't going to go down to that level. We already knew Blade was asleep as he'd been up all night and day. We even made him a plate and set it aside. I guess Wonderboy thought that was going to make me go into an ugly cry, beg him to come over and throw him the keys while cleaning his feet with my hair? Not playing that game. Mike was already feeling poorly but after that text, he looked down right sick. He's gotten a hell of a lot more than an earful from Wonderboy and he's just not used to getting this kind of treatment from his own children. I think it really got to him, so much so he went to bed way early tonight. Wonderboy wouldn't come over to eat and I didn't extend the invitation more than once (this was prior to him storming out). He did finally come over after we'd already put all the food up. I was cleaning up in the kitchen and he was standing there talking about how hungry he was. I didn't offer anything. Felt like a heel but he had his chance to eat with us. Am I horrible for that?

He did grab a biscuit before leaving to go to his friends, though.

On a brighter note, here's a picture of Babygirl from today.

She's holding up her Frodo 'doll'. (Frodo of Lord of the Rings) I had a lot of points built up with ThingGeek and quite a bit of their Christmas this year was gotten with my points. Matter of fact, thinkgeek.com and woot.com was where almost all their presents came from. Anyway, back to Frodo. She asked me why I'd gotten her a Frodo as she pretended to fight me with his little sword. She was having fun and loved him! I told her he was a hero (I mean, you know, he saved Middle Earth and all) and that he was cute. She immediately started flying him through the air, using her finger to make his cape flap in the wind ... I told her that he wasn't a SUPER hero, that he'd saved Middle Earth! So she engaged his turbo thrusters and flew him to the kitchen. She's such a dork.

Outside of Wonderboy, the kids seemed to enjoy their gifts. Wonderboy did enjoy his guitar, immensely. I just wish he wasn't as forthcoming with his opinions sometimes. As for the temper tantrum he threw, holy cow. I hate seeing how this is getting to Mike. He doesn't deserve this. His birthday is coming up this week so we're doing his dinner on Tuesday. I hope that one goes off without a hitch. If Wonderboy ruins Mike's dinner, I don't think I'll be able to hold my temper anymore. I've been calm up to now but he's jumping hard on that switch and I'm this close <> to telling him he needs to just not come back around for any reason until he can improve that 'tude of his. So don't want to do that, though. Would kill me.