We went. We saw. We WERE conquered!

Picture it. A nice  stroll up to the mountains to cut down a fresh Christmas tree. Some may say 2 hours is a long ride to cut down a tree but there just seems to be a sweet story with cutting down your own Christmas tree. A memory that my kids will tell their kids about.
The morning started off fantastic. Both kids were happy and in good moods. Mckinley slept for about 45  minutes up and Brax played on the iPad and practiced his songs for the Christmas Pageant (I've heard them so many times I could be one of the Wisemen next Sunday!). Mckinley woke up and it was down hill from there. Almost there even Braxton asked "Why can't we just stop at one of the those little shops on the side of the road and get our tree?"
Once we arrived we ventured off to find the perfect tree. We found it and jumped back in the car to do some Christmas shopping. So we thought.
My kids were not having it. I made it into one store and decided it was time to go home. Mckinley cried the whole way and Braxton whined, sang, asked questions, said he was hungry, wanted a drink, and said he was tired.
We came straight in, gave baths, and had both babies in bed by 7:30.
Now I sit. I look around my house and see all the laundry that needs to be washed, clothes that need to be folded, floors that need to be swept, decorations that need to go up, and groceries that need to be bought and wander "was today worth it?".  And the only word that comes to mind is ABSOLUTELY.