Mom let us stay up really late last night. Like, two hours past our bedtime! So when I got up at my usual time, I wasn’t tired AT ALL. The first thing I did when I got up was made sure I made the same amount of noise as a marching band to wake the rest of the house up. Mom always appreciates that. I totally woke up my brother right away so that we could fight play.

When Mom got up, she was, like, all grouchy. She’s really scary when she gets out of bed with her hair sticking up all over the place and she’s all angry and stuff. And boy, was she angry. She thinks me and my brother were fighting for two hours already, but we weren’t. Well *I* wasn’t anyway. HE was doing all the yelling and screaming. Then we had breakfast and fought over toast. *I* wanted the first two pieces because I said I wanted toast first so I get the first two pieces. My brother can wait. And Mom made eggs. Yuck. I only like eggs the third Sunday of every month and only if they’re made at precisely 8:33 am. Sometimes I like them on the second Wednesday of the third week of Advent but only if they’re cooked at precisely 155 degrees over an open flame with a tea kettle on the stove. Mom muttered something about being picky, but I have no idea what she was talking about.

At ten Mom had to take me to occupational therapy. It’s an hour drive each way. Me and my brother fought argued talked the whole way there and back. Mom later tried to say that she warned us over and over to stop fighting discussing things. She even tried putting on Christmas music to remind us about that Santa guy, but we were busy discussing things still.

We stopped by Daddy’s office and had lunch. Then we came home and fought played for a couple of hours. Mom had to mail a package so she loaded us back into the car with the package in the back. Then we screamed at each other over who was touching the package. *I* wasn’t doing anything. As usual my brother was doing all the screaming I was just putting my whole body on the package. Mom was starting to look a little weird at this point. She claims our screaming almost caused an accident. Like, her face was all twitchy and stuff. I have no idea what was wrong with her.

When we got home my brother and I had to go to the bathroom at the exact same time. Even though we have three bathrooms, *I* called this one. We both ran to the bathroom and pulled our pants down and started shoving, pushing, punching and screaming tried to go. Then Mom got all weird. It’s like she snapped or something. She yelled ‘THAT IS IT!” and we were all surprised and stuff. Because she had to pull us apart over the toilet while we were trying to get to it first. Then she yelled “BED! BOTH OF YOU ARE GOING TO BED NOW!” I have no idea why either. Man, she’s grouchy today.

But I’m ten. I don’t take naps and I certainly was not tired. I had been fighting playing for seven hours straight! So I did what I always do, since I was, like, 1, and I yelled and screamed and kicked and cried about how I wasn’t tired and I wasn’t taking a nap. I’m ten. I don’t take naps. Naps are for babies. I’m not spending my Christmas vacation taking a nap! I screamed for a whole half an hour!

Then, it was weird. I don’t know what happened. Mom was standing over my bed waking me up. She must have done something to make me fall asleep. Because I’m ten. I don’t take naps. Then *I* was all grouchy. Mom said Dad said we had to get up because she was going to Hapkido and he demanded she wake us up so that he could put us to bed while she was gone. I have no idea why but she called him a weasel.

Well, anyway, for some reason I’m going to the office with Dad tomorrow while my brother stays home. Mom still looks a little weird….