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| The faces of Christmas...hopefully, it gets better. |
Last night, I went into SuperMom mode. You know what it is...leave work, pick up alterations, buy birthday gifts, drop favorite boots at the shoe repair shop, get gas, go home, hug and kiss and play with babies, make Pumpkin Crack and appies for holiday work potluck with 2-year-old while making tacos for dinner and cranberry-pecan muffins because for some reason I didn't already have enough to do, put up Christmas tree, calm screaming baby, clean up after 2-year-old who has launched two glass ball ornaments onto the tile floor while you were calming screaming baby, calm screaming 2-year-old who is mad he can no longer throw said glass balls, feed screaming baby...give up on "beautiful trimming the Christmas Tree with the family" vision and put both kids to bed before the adults lose it too, pour glass of much-needed wine and trim the tree in peace with husband while watching Modern Family, go to bed at midnight. Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-laaaa...
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