Christmas morning. All the carefully chosen and wrapped gifts got torn open and judged by a couple of critical and over-excited kids. We did well, on average.
My only regret is not wrapping up a roll of toilet paper for Oskar. It would’ve saved me money as well as headache from the psychedelic lights and cheerful robot music.
The best thing about Christmas? Putting kids to bed then sitting on the sofa, going through the photos we took that day and creating fake memories of a fun, relaxed and not at all stressful day.
I know that kind of days await in the future. We’re embracing the chaos until then.