I started the day in a murderous mood - the result of a sleepless night with a sick 2-year-old and my own persistent sinus infection.
I rattled breakfast pans, stomped about and barked.
Maybe I wanted to punish myself more. Maybe I just needed a laugh. And since all four children seemed in reasonably good moods - meaning no one had cracked another one over the head with a hard plastic dinosaur in the last 30 minutes - I thought it best to seize the moment.
Perhaps I should have stopped when I had to bargain with Tobias to put on pants or when Esme scowled when I told her our plans. I certainly should have known better when I cut too many branches from the miniature Christmas trees, then ruined two strands of Christmas lights by crunching the bulbs underfoot.
I willfully ignored all of the ominous signs, however, and proceeded to get the kids in their outfits and onto the porch. Whereupon everything immediately went to shit.
All told, I snapped 120 frames and I'm hard pressed to find one where someone isn't crying,
There's something about the chaos that strikes me as hilarious though. And while it's terribly frustrating to get four people to look one direction, it's also wild fun. Behold!