mother writes at night

What a Christmas Eve.  I really want Christmas to be a time when we enjoy each other's company. I want the children to enjoy their gifts and really get to play with them. I also want them to have fun doing things with us, and I want everything to be relaxed and low-key. We made cookie dough. We had a phenomenal massive seafood lunch - prawns, moreton bay bugs and oysters. The children got to open 2 presents each today, one after lunch and one about an hour or two later.  The kids decorated the cookies and ate half of them. They helped clean up the living room of toys so Santa wouldn't get confused and think he had already come to our house.  This is such a boring post. My husband had to get high to enjoy Christmas. Twice. Having little kids is hard work. 

 I'm not sure what kind of mother writes at night, or during the day, or at any other time. I probably will mostly write in here at night. Who knows.  This blog is just a collection of thoughts. Right now my 3yo is playing in her room while I putz around in the kitchen, ostensibly planning our christmas feasts and ordering online groceries, and obviously starting this blog. I am Mexican-American-Australian, we moved from Chicago to Brisbane last year and my kids are now 3 and 5.  I spent many months a year in Mexico with my family as a child because my mother was a single mother and she needed somewhere to put us during the school holidays. I have lots of chips on my shoulder from my upbringing. They will come up. This is our first Christmas at our new house on 5 acres of land just outside of the city. On Christmas Eve we will eat seafood and salad and potato salad and I gotta go feed a child