Here is what I’m really wishing for tonight:

> That my  kids remember the fun we had playing Rock, Paper, Scissors in the car and laughing hysterically when we all selected the same thing three times in a row.

> I hoping they don’t remember that we started to play after 15 minutes of complete silence in the car because we all lost our minds at Target this evening (Scorch after being punished for hitting his sister in the face with my phone, the Bean after running away and me after the Bean blew raspberries in my face when I got down to her level to talk to her about her bad behavior).  Yeah- we were that family today and it was awful.

> That Scorch isn’t too disappointed that the one gift he now suddenly wants above all others isn’t under the tree this year.

> That the kids remember how much fun we had making cookies for the school’s bake off last night.

> That the family that ultimately ends up with those cookies like their snowmen slightly demonic looking and overly sprinkled. We won’t even talk about the candy cane.

> That the Hubs and I make each of the 7 Christmas celebrations we’re blessed to be having this year wonderful for the kids. It’s too easy to get sucked down into the stress and craziness of this time of year and I’m making a conscience effort not to let that happen. 5 and 3 are amazing years at Christmas time and we’re damn lucky to have our kids to remind us of that.

> That I remember that last bullet point when I’m losing my mind, the kids are screaming and the dog pukes up Christmas Tree needles.

Amen.