about missing so much time with the kids. i have a list filled with things like make cookies and donate toys that is not getting done. i rushed around the mall yesterday and ended up with eight sets of christmas pajamas for the kids, but none of the gifts i needed. there is always stuff going on with my family, with his family, stuff too complicated to get into. my writing is slipping, i yell too much, my house is a constant mess.
we have a real tree, though. and a real wreath on our front door. my husband and mother found this amazing gingerbread candle that we light every day. 