In the morning, I dropped a fire extinguisher on my bare foot. I actually didn't drop it; it fell from on top of the fridge. As I sat on the floor moaning in pain, Jack came over, gave me an ice pack and told me I should go to the hospital. Robert agreed, but added that I absolutely cannot go until after the Christmas party that evening. Fortunately, I only have three badly bruised toes and did not have to go to the hospital. The Christmas party was on!
Pure chaos. That is the best way to describe the party. Fortunately, friends Meghan and Ben stayed and helped out. I did manage to take a few photos:
The kids devoured our pathetic looking gingerbread house. I'm glad it's gone! Everytime I looked at it, it reminded me how I will never measure up to Martha Stewart.
Maddie and Robert eating the gingerbread house
Everyone made a snowman decoration to hang on a tree or put on their window.
Meghan and Keira
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