On The First Day of Break.

It was his first day of Christmas break and it was nothing short of disastorous. I wish I was kidding or exaggerating or something but I'm not.

The van was in for service first thing and despite running behind we were having a fine, old day. The car in front of ours even paid for our Starbucks order including kids cocoas and cake pops.

But at the dealership, it was this and it was that and it was please sit down which quickly turned into frustrated glares from me. I think I asked H to turn the volume down on his game 6 times before I finally just took it from his hand and shoved it in my purse.

"I had a difficult one too," an older man tells me and I tell him right back, "I prefer spirited." And he harumphed and I sat embarrassed.

We left and I stewed and we talked and then believe it or not, Trader Joe's was even worse.

That was hours ago.

We're at piano lessons right now and he's in his lesson playing cute little Christmas songs and totally listening to his teacher but E is laying on the floor next to me kicking the soda machine. I'm not kidding.

We're the only ones here so I don't mind, there's no one to apologize to or for.

It's been one of those days and I know that we're three days shy of Christmas and I know that I'm lucky to have more good days than this, I am, but if I am really honest, today is one of those days I want to cry, "I'm just the nanny!" Moms everywhere relate to this, right?

{I don't. And I won't. I love them too much to not claim them as mine.}

P.S. H just came out of his lesson and his teacher informed me of H's plans to have a garage sale when we get home. Oh to be the one to deliver the disappointing news that there will be no garage sale today.

Please may tomorrow be new and fresh and maybe even shiny.