Got the christmas Tree. Got the Christmas tree stand. Got the tree in the stand and upright in under twenty minutes. Unfolded the new plastic safety pen to put around the tree so the kids and pets won't climb it, pull it down, set it on fire, dance around the fire in celebration of the true pagan nature of the holiday, and finally choose the weakest among us to throw on the fire in the ultimate sacrifice to the god santa in order to make sure they get lots of good crap. Immediately and irreparably snapped the new plastic safety pen into pieces because when stressed and celebrating Christmas, I have the strength of ten Jews.
Drove back to babies r' us, returned the gate ("What was the problem sir? "Uh, it called me fat.") and brought home a smaller, sturdier more expensive metal one. Got it set up quick, stepped back, and realized that once the tree finishes falling, it's going to look like we bought it a girdle.
Finally finished cleaning out from under The P-Man's bday bash aftermath.
Also, earlier in the day, started transitioning the Peanut into big girl underwear. Dragged both children out of the puddle of piss they had been playing in for at least 5 seconds due to said transition. Bathed and dressed both children. Fed the Pumpkin man a bottle while my wife undressed, re-cleaned and re-dressed the Peanut after having her second accident. Celebrated mightily when 6 hours later she managed to make it to bed time without having another accident. Broke down and bought Dora underwear to help the cause. Admitted to myself I might get a small laugh if my daughter has an accident and craps on Dora.
Has a Christmassy beer and a bowl of ice cream for supper.
Wrote blog post.
Said good night.