It's officially after Thanksgiving, do you know what that means...?
That means that the Horror of the Holiday Season has begun.
Whether it's not knowing which packages are mine to chew and which ones aren't (I always seem to get that one wrong), watching Mom chase Netty around so that she can pull the three feet of ribbon that he just swallowed out of his throat, or listening to Welling tip the tree for the seventeeth time and Mom's resulting meltdown, this season just seems to be...stressful.
Maybe this year will be different...I gues that we shall see!
Love,
Jemima Jones Beck