Advent marks our return to church on a near-regular basis. The first Sunday is a bit dicey as I scurry around screeching, in search of tights without holes, the elusive “church shoes,” and black pants that fit me — because last year’s black pants don’t. Someday my kids will tell their therapists about damage incurred while getting dressed for church. Last Sunday… Read More Christmas posts — again.
If you read the post on my Christmas tree, you know that I’ve been struggling to find the magic with the skimpy tree we bought this year. Last night, I went to take another picture of the tree (to remind us of what NOT to buy next year) when my littlest one saw me with… Read More And So, The Tree Wins
In true form, I stand in danger of ruining Christmas – not just for me, but for my husband and possibly my kids. I am the biggest bah-humbug, the whiniest brat. I am wrecking the Christmas buzz. All because of the stupid Christmas tree. Last year we had the most obscene Christmas tree. It was… Read More Oh, Christmas Tree
Small Town. Small Times. 