The day we were going out of town for the Thanksgiving things were a mad house in the Bollwitt home. I was babysitting my friends children that morning and I was trying to clean and get things organized. After I dropped off Brycen at Preschool I was going shopping so I needed to get all the kids fed before we left. Andrea would not stay at the table and finish her lunch. She kept running away and playing. I would tell her to go back and sit down and she would run to the table. After about a half and hour of this, with only a minute or two before we had to leave, I lost my temper and sat her down at the table rather forcefully and in a stern voice told her not to get up or she was staying home, which produced tears almost immediately. I heard Brycen in the background saying, "You better be good, Santa's watching..." I quickly joined in on that note and told Andrea she better eat her lunch because Santa was watching her, then Brycen comes out of the mud room and says, "No, mommy, Santa is watching YOU!". Of coarse I had to laugh at that. I then bagged up the sandwich and tossed them all in the car. Life is too short to get mad over a peanut butter and jelly sandwich..
