Was really hoping that this year was going to be different. Since selling the business, it has been so nice and stress-free around here that I actually let myself believe for half a second that the holidays would be the same. Boy, was I wrong.

It was going fine until this afternoon. Hubby bit into my son and now it’s full on pout mode for both of them. We’re supposed to be heading to my mother in-laws’ for Christmas Eve with Hubby’s side of the family in a couple of hours. Debating on whether I even want to go at all. It’ll go one of two ways, I’m sure. 1) Hubby will pout and sulk the entire time, sitting on the couch, glaring at everybody who dares to ask him any question or wish him a Merry Christmas or 2) Hubby will act like nothing happened at all, will have a stupid ass grin on his face all evening and then when we leave pull the silent treatment on everybody. Either one will be unbearable to deal with.