So that graphic sums it up pretty well. Hormones + people being jerks + too much stuff to do + insane kids = giant teary mess momma OR homicidal rage momma. Take your pick. (I'm kidding. Mostly.)
I decided to host Thanksgiving here at our house (just a few days ago!) because a lot of hubby's family is working and several of his other family members were without somewhere to go. And one of my aunts and her family that usually hosts for my Mom's side of the family is going through a lot right now so I thought maybe it would take some of the burden off of them. And by gosh, I just though it would be neat to be a hostess at my own house and not run all over creation for a holiday. However, others were not so happy. I won't delve into that much...I'll just say that change is never easy, I guess. I love traditions as much as the person, but I also don't mind changing things up some.
We also decided to majorly rearrange some of the rooms in our house so as I'm writing this things are still in a pretty chaotic state. We started it over the weekend but then hubby had to go back to work and hasn't been able to work on it any. I can't move any of the heavy stuff but I've been doing my best to try and declutter/clean up. I have to say though, it's very difficult with the kids being SO wild. I don't know if it's the upcoming holidays and the impending visitors or what but for the last week or so they have not been able to just play unattended or do something without me monitoring them. Every time I leave the room, they go nuts - jumping on furniture, tearing more stuff out, bickering, chasing the cat...it's driving me bananas. They've done a few chores with me here and there but for the most part they're just insane. I tried to find someone to babysit (just for a little bit) but everyone is busy right now and I don't really have any "babysitters" other than immediate family and close friends - most of whom have school, work, their own kids, etc.
Zeke's also taken to not going to bed until 2 AM or so - he's up & down getting drinks, getting out toys, playing in his room, going out in the kitchen, going to the bathroom...I must have gotten out of bed a billion times last night to put him back into bed. That wouldn't be a huge deal to me if I got to sleep in. But since Ellie gets up at 5 or 6 AM that's not really an option.
So that's where I am today on Thanksgiving Eve - spastic, wild-eyed, tired, and weary. Oh, and pregnant. But I am going to press on. I love the holidays regardless of what craziness may come. Thanksgiving IS one of my favorite holidays. I love all the different foods and reflecting on how good we really have it. Our family is coming over tomorrow and many of them always manage to make me smile even when I feel like total crap. There's just something about having all your family together to eat, laugh, and share together. SO - I'm off to go crank up the Christmas tunes (don't judge...Christmas music makes me happy!) and set the kids to work sweeping and dusting. Or maybe I'll just lock them outside to play. Kidding, kidding. Mostly.