I'm so sorry. I have much to say; a part two and even a part three. But you see it's Christmas and my husband has 18 days of holidays. Eight. Teen. Days.
Believe me when I say... my husband is a gift from my own true guardian angel. If it wasn't for him I may have sold or eaten my children during these 'holidays'. (Why do they call it that? To WHOM do these holidays apply?)
I have a business trip coming up on Tuesday as well. Bear with me. I'm such a shameless whore and as such, I'll get around to spilling every detail of dirt when the mood strikes (and time permits).