What was I thinking?
All week I had asked the girls to please leave Sunday evening open for a family Christmas activity.
By 6pm I had everyone assembled in the kitchen with gingerbread, frosting and decorating materials laid out. Oh this was going to be such fun!
Suddenly my bubble burst.
Just listen to the comments that were made (by 15 and 12 year old daughters) and you'll know why.
Can we just do this already?
This is dumb. Why do we have to decorate a gingerbread house?
What's the purpose of this thing anyway?
I'm starving. What's for dinner? I forgot to eat lunch.
Who invented the gingerbread house? They must have had NOTHING to do.
I'd rather watch a movie.
Can't you and Dad just do this?
Ok, so it wasn't all visions of sugar plums like I had hoped but I'm sure that in about 10 years they'll look back on this and laugh. They'll probably feel guilty that they didn't humor their mother and decorate the dumb gingerbread house.
Lawman and I had fun with it. And maybe we'll laugh at the memory in 10 years too.