Had a pretty good day yesterday - we did most of our "celebrating" Christmas Eve - so on the day itself we just went to church and I let the girls play with their new toys. I'm not sure what Santa was thinking bringing D6 the accordion she asked for and D3 a guitar to strum. Really Santa, mom's ears and nerves may never be the same.
STBX called and facetimed with the girls for about 5 minutes before there was some sort of meltdown and D3 started crying for me (I ususally leave the room during their calls). We made ornaments for the kids to give him, but much like my birthday, he did not help them do anything for me. Again, D6 was a little distressed and spent part of the day wrapping up some of her stuffed animals and giving them to me. I had gotten myself an embroidery project and told her the best gift she could get me was to get the threads all organized for me, but she wasn't buying it. Lesson learned. Next year and for Mother's Day, I'm going to have to ask my sister to help them out.
I realized yesterday that D6 really never talks about what goes on a Daddy's house (D3 is too young). I think I've been giving off some sort of vibe that I don't want to hear about it, and she must have picked up on that. I'll have to be aware of this and do better - she shouldn't feel that pressure.
Very grateful to have this precious time with them. We're off today to buy various batteries that Santa was to distracted to buy ahead of thime and to pick up a bunch of dog and cat treats for 75%off.
