Every year during the holidays I seem to have one major Clark Giswaldesque blow up.
2 nights ago we (Dad and the kids) slept downstairs by the Christmas Tree, it was not pretty. After kicking the couch (that I was trying to sleep on) over and over and over and over, while she was screaming "I can't sleep" I lost it aka "going griswald". I threatened to throw the Christmas Tree in the street and move to Africa in a place where they don't celebrate Christmas. I only swore once. No one really cried.
My wife reminded me that this happened last year on Christmas eve. I am not sure if this is a tradition...maybe it is when you have five kids? Long live the traditional English Christmas.
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