Crumpled

Apt description of family today . . . except we are also at the same time quick to become belligerent.

Dog (still upset about travel and not eating properly) threw up on Husband's lap today.  Last night dog peed in my bedroom. 

Crumpled napkin in the side pocket of my purse (from a Burger King at a Pennsylvania service stop) reads as follows:

For next year:

1) Starbucks parfait = better than BK breakfast sandwich (even though the former has High Fructose Corn Syrup in it).

2) Children: either stay up on Christmas Eve for the family gathering chez GM [grandma] OR go to Christmas lunch on time (ie without nap). Not both.

3) YAAAARG.

There HAS to be a better way.

Our construction paper Xtide tree threw itself off the wall repeatedly and has been put out with the recycling.  Very symbolic.

Children in bed after a return home shopping trip and unexpected extra fee for the dog HAIR in the back of the rental car (Ha! We cleaned that vomit up good).  Winton is singing Happy Birthday to himself repeatedly.