back to life ... back to reality

Thanksgiving is over and so was the pure bliss of having a four-day vacation. The first time I was awoken this morning was in the 4 o'clock hour was by E, who claimed to be afraid of the Dora balloon that has been in her room for a month now. The second time I was awoken it was by A...who then went to the bathroom and puked.

Calgon...take me away!

We recovered after the early morning stumble -- E went off to school with minimal complaining, A remained puke-free and in good spirits for the rest of the day. Nonna watched A, allowing me to get some Christmas shopping work done. In the evening, we played, we ate dinner, and we hailed the arrival of Christopher, our Elf on the Shelf.

Then, things went terribly wrong. A decided that she could not possibly go to sleep without me singing to her. Attempts to leave the room, or send in a suitable alternative (aka, John) were met with blood-curdling screams. In the meantime, E was claiming to be afraid of everything in her room, including (but not limited to): her baby shoes on her bookcase, her UVA baseball cap and her ceiling fan.

Screw the Calgon...I need shots of something!

Hopefully our bedtime shenanigans are just a painful re-adjustment back to our normal routine...after shaking it up the last few days. Otherwise, we may never leave the house again.