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Of Course There’s Rum in There

How are you doing, you guys? Are you hanging in there? I’m sitting in the waiting room of my daughters’ gymnastics class right now, trying to get the last words of Book #2’s first draft on paper (one week behind schedule. TURBO WRITING: ENGAGE), and my head is just a muted mess of worries and to-dos and plain ol’ tired. I’ve one son who still doesn’t sleep, and one daughter who’s been struggling with nighttime anxiety and nightmares since September. We’ve gymnastics and basketball and Christmas children’s choir and parties I haven’t rsvp’d to because I can’t figure out how exactly I’m going to squeeze them in. The American Girl doll beds we ordered for the girls arrived smelling like mildew, and I kind of just don’t feel like going through the trouble of sending them back, so Merry Christmas, kids, we’ve skipped coal and gone straight to mold! Respiratory distress, ahoy! We threw a surprise dinner for my mom’s birthday last Saturday that went off almost perfectly. Almost. Because whenever you…

My Christmas Spirit is Around Here Somewhere

I’ve fallen into the trap,  you guys. And it wasn’t even like I was pushed. I jumped, both feet in, eyes open and not even holding my nose. There’s no name for this trap, really. Because if I tried to describe it to you it’d sound more like oh-my-GAD-I’m-so-stressed-there’s-not-enough-time-in-the-day-holy-cow-I’m-never-going-to-be-able-to-do-it-all-WILLSOMEONEPLEASETELLTHOSECHILDRENTOSTOPBEINGSOLOUD? It’s kind of like that. The Stressed Mommy trap. The Holiday Hellfire trap. The Fa La La $%#@ It trap. Ooh.  I guess I do have a name for it. But I did it to myself. See, there’s the holiday stuff: the shopping, which I started early, thinking it would help my inevitable anxiety (BWAHAHAHA). There’s the decorating, and the wrapping, and the card ordering (I was going to go all Kardashian this year, but think they topped whatever I’d have dreamed up). There’s the cookie baking, and I should probably squeeze in some time with the kids at some point, I guess…

Fa La La La–(yawn)–Where Was I?

David took the day off, and was taking advantage of this gorgeous trick-you-into-thinking-it’s-May air to hang Christmas lights along the roofline of our house.  Because nothing says “Oh Holy Night” like 67-degree temperatures and, well, November.  But last year he did the same task on a 34-degree day, braced on a ladder against stiff winds while I peered through the window with one hand covering my eyes and the other on the phone ready to speed-dial 911, so I think he’s a lot happier in shorts and a t-shirt.  Oh, and no wind.  No wind is good, both for his bone structure and our wallet.  Those emergency room co-pays add up, you know. And yes, he’s the one to do the outside decorations every year while I stay inside.  No, I’m not as ashamed as you might think.  It’s cold out there.  He’s ON A LADDER.  Are you kidding me? The children spent the morning nestled on the family room rug, reading books to each other and watching Cars  so that I could take advantage of…