christmas in the er

I can’t make this shit up y’all.

The crappiest things happen to me at the crappiest moments. No joke. 

I’ve had a headache every day this month and they haven’t just been the standard ole headache; they’ve been the stop-a-bitch-in-her-tracks type of headache. 

Like I was complaining about the hustle and bustle of Christmas and how it was killing me in my last post, only proved to be it was actually true on Dec. 25. 

From keeping my nieces overnight and last-minute Christmas shopping Christmas Eve to Christmas-light-looking, funerals and dinners with family, the craziness was eventually going to take me down. 

christmas tradition

We all have ’em. Those traditions that were passed on from generation to generation–or for me, what my mom did for us that want to do for my kids.

Every year Klay gives me shit about buying new wrapping paper. Yeah, wrapping paper. I don’t know why but when the holidays come around and I have an idea of how I want my tree to look this year, I have to have awesome wrapping paper to match or the shit just won’t look right. 

So I always have tons of wrapping paper left over every year. And every year, I buy new wrapping paper. So our home becomes like Martha Stewart’s holiday crafting center during the Christmas–just endless rolls and rolls of wrapping paper, ribbon, tulle and bows sitting there waiting to get used.