Since we returned home from our trip in one piece I decided to spend the weekend getting as much of a jump as possible on the multitude of holiday stuff that needs to be done.  We got the tree up, the house decorated, and the lights hung outside (though the don’t actually work because we’re one extension cord short, but whatever!)  I also wanted to go ahead and take the family photo that would appear on our Christmas card.

See, I like doing the photo cards.  They’re easy, can be bought in bulk, and do not force me to get carpal tunnel from signing all the cards.  Plus, if I send out my own family photo card it makes me feel slightly better about the fact that I’m horrible and judge every other photo card I see.

Yes, I’m that girl.

I should be ashamed, but really I’m too busy being all judgmental and caddy and laughing at the cards I receive in the mail.  Please don’t take me off your Christmas card list, though.  I swear I’m not laughing at yours.

*cough*

So, we attempted the family photo.

We got all weirdly matched in our black and white shirts.  I caked on the eyeliner figuring that alone would pull attention away from any other part of me for the photo.  We set up the tri-pod and even used a new handy-dandy accessory I was sent that’s supposed to help capture attention.

But, between the kids being unwilling to sit still and make a face that resembled anything close to normal and the fact that they couldn’t quit asking what that thing on the camera was, we were pretty unsuccessful in our venture.

I’d like to say the good mommy in me powered through, but when my son smacked my nose with his hard-ass head and caused me to swell and bruise, I just quit.

Screw you, holiday card family photo!  Where’s the ice pack!?

I think the kids would agree!