Am I the worst mama in the world if I tell you I just didn't want to decorate for Christmas?
The whole process to get it all out simply to put it all away again seems futile. And the bulk of the work seems to fall on my shoulders.
Does that make me bad?
But the littlest 3 of the Crazy 8 are just beside themselves in anticipation. Leaving me with quite a conundrum. To further procrastinate or get 'er done. So I did what every girl should do when she feels guilty and wrong... I called my mom.
She agreed with what I already knew. Get 'er done.
So I spent most of Friday mentally preparing my crew. Announcing that Saturday would be our day to together as a family, get it the spirit, and put up some holiday cheer. And Saturday morning found us in our jammies kicking off the season.
Not all the stuff came out. Just selective pieces.
Stockings of course.
way back, my family got together last Thanksgiving and divvied up her Christmas decorations. This little tree has the decorations that hung on her tree, some old and some new.
I miss her.
And now I have another part of her with me this Christmas.