This year the kid goes to his dad's for Christmas day. Actually, he spends a whole week. We had our Christmas at home last Saturday. The kid was over the moon and acted like a 5 yr old waiting for Santa, rather than a 12 year old boy whose parents are the gift provider. So last night we took to the routine of packing him up and arguing about what stuff he can take to his dad's house. No, the laptop can't go, yes your mp3 player is fine. No, can't take wiimotes, your dad has some. It is an argument we have every time...for the past 6 years.
Now we are east bound to meet at the 1/2 point for the switch. This is a 3 1/2 hour trip one way for all parties. It has become old hat by now, but not any easier on the heart to have him gone for a week. We will miss him and a week from now I will jumping up and down to get him back. The house is entirely too quiet without him. The upside is a week with my hubby and ample time to work on crafty stuff. I could clean the house but who wants to do that?
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