I think November and December are the busiest months of the year for me.
It all starts with chocolates, of course, at the beginning of November.
Then we have Thanksgiving (3 for us...and you wonder why I'm so fat!)
Then we have four hundred Christmas Parties (no hyperbole.)
When you're in charge of doin' stuff, stuff sucks.
I miss the good ol' days when I just had to show up, be given a present, and give whatever present my parents bought for me to give.
I'm really missing the Spirit of Christmas. Can you pick that up at the WalMart? Or shoot, I'll even drive out to Target.
I tried last night to live vicariously through the sweetness of a childs innocence...but I picked the wrong child. Kembry was absolutely horrible last night as we tried to talk about what Christmas is realllllly about. She ended up in bed screaming, after attempts at time-outs and other more positive reinforcement ideas that all failed.
My Christmas tree is only half-way up, there are no lights on my house, and I'm JUST NOT FEELIN' IT!
Send help immediately. I'm the one hiding in the Sterilite Christmas decorations storage box sucking my thumb and eating a box of cookies. (Not at the same time. That would be bloody.)