I feel like a chicken running around with no head, which I know isn’t true, because if it were, I wouldn’t have this goddamn (GOT DAMN) migraine.

Christmas came off pretty much without a hitch. Only one spoiled bratty hissy fit, which was easily solved. Of course my threat to donate the offending toy (a stuffed dog that was lying down instead of sitting up, and therefore "too flat") to needy children was completely useless. Instead, I found a way that she could get what she wanted that didn't feel like totally caving in the moment, but actually was. Ah, motherhood. I know I'm not fooling them, but sometimes it is better to fool myself, at least to get through the minute.