Christmas is less than two weeks away, and the kids are frenzied. Ever since about a week before Thanksgiving, they've been nightmares to take out in public. They whine for toys, candy, anything--and they don't (really) do this any other time of year. Bobby just falls apart in Target--he can't handle looking at any toys. He freaks out if I say something like, "Christmas is in a couple of weeks, maybe Santa will bring you that toy you want." It sends him over the edge.
They can't concentrate at school. The sing-alongs and the Christmas crafts just add to the slowly building pressure and excitement. Caroline has forgotten her homework two days in a row.
And they won't go to bed! Caroline and Bobby at least require ten to eleven hours a night. Caitlin is my night owl who can get by on less, but Bobby has been up until after nine for the last couple of nights. And Bobby is going through this phase where he's scared of the dark or doesn't want to sleep in his room by himself--it's always something new. I got him a nightlight a few weeks ago, but lately we're finding him in all sorts of places other than his bed. One night he was on the floor in the girls' room--in between their beds. One night he was sleeping on Caitlin's bed down at the foot of it. One night he was in the hallway. And last night, we found this:
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!