The holidays are here, officially. Of course, according to the stores, it's been Christmas since August or so. Christmas seemed a lot more magical when I was a kid, and a lot less work. These days I am consumed with making cards, buying presents, and wondering how exactly I am going to pay all the bills. I love being a stay at home mom, but the reality is - I need a job! Somehow we always dig ourselves back into this pit. On Saturday I wanted to put up the Christmas tree. I floated this idea by Josh, where let's say it met a somewhat flat reception. I was so illogically, frustratingly mad about it! Just a silly tree. But I felt like I was the only one that cared anything about it. Here I was busting my behind to make Christmas happen for our family and Josh was so "ah well" about it! He's only 7, so every ten minutes he might change his mind - but I still pretty much lost it. Threw a regular fit about the whole thing. Then of course I felt guilty....aren't holidays supposed to be happy??
One happy happy thing - my two beaaauuuutiful children are with me and we might have the adoption placement official by Christmas if all goes right! That would be simply amazing. A spot of joy in a season of chaos - oh, don't worry too much. I always dig out the magic by Christmas day.