You may have noticed I took a little break. I didn’t have a lot to say, plus I figured why write fabulous material (because you know everything I write is gold) when all of you are off gallivanting about. Yeah, I can always justify laziness. I’m crafty like that.
Christmas was nice. Low-key. The boys loved their presents, nothing huge was overlooked, and even the panic of Christmas Eve morning—wherein Big G announced we needed to write to Santa to tell him to bring a train—was but a small blip on the radar.
Altogether a good Christmas, unless you ask Big G who, as we left my parents’ house last night, informed everyone, “Actually, my mom is having kind of a hard day.”
Good to know he’s got my back.