I’m sitting here in the hotel wrapping presents for Noah’s family and crying. I don’t give a shit about these people. Why do I have to wrap Christmas presents for them? Oh. Because I’m the mom and my kids should be taught to not be self absorbed assholes. This sucks.

For those following at home the day of traveling went fantastic. The kids were so good. Our only crying was when the final descent hurt their ears while they were sleeping. If someone gets cranky at a kid for crying about that I have a long and nasty lecture for them. It happens. The kids did so well.

It helped that I was perky and upbeat for the whole day. That really smoothes things along. I played with them and answered questions and kept them moving just about every minute that they weren’t strapped in car seats.

They were such big girls handling their own luggage. I was really proud in a dorky way.

Putting the carseats on the plane is both obnoxious and really awesome because I don’t spend the flight yelling at them to get back into their @#%#%@# seat. They just sit and relax. Excellent.

Today we see the great grandmother and the great aunt and other great uncle family pod group. Because the grandmother said she was going to have her birthday at home whether I like it or not. Ok. Have a nice dinner. We’ll go out with someone else since it is too much trouble.

My kids are still asleep. I tell myself this is because we arrived at the hotel at midnight our time and it is now only 6am our time so maybe I should be patient.

Yeah. Not so patient.