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Someone thinks the tree is their very own toy-filled playhouse.
I haven't blogged in over a month. Where did that month go? Time doesn't just fly when you're having fun, sometimes it also flies when you're insanely busy and not having all that much fun.
I don't know what possessed me to book every single required appointment for my kids and pets (and me--to get contact lenses!), in the few weeks leading up to the holidays. What was I thinking? And for the first time, I'm able to go to my husband's company Christmas party this year, though I'm nervous, because I've never really met his co-workers. The party's on Saturday. A fancy dinner party (ooooh!) at a Winery (aaaah!)! If anybody knows of some magical way to drop ten pounds in two days, please let me know--I can't stand shopping for clothes, so I intend to stuff myself into the one pair of black dress pants I own. My son's birthday is only days away, too. I'm not sure how many rambunctious ten-year-olds can co-exist at a party without chaos breaking out. I'm leaning toward four, maybe five. And my 8th-grader is touring the local high school tomorrow, and bringing home the registration package, which I will need to fill out by early February. That's just about sending me into a panic attack. Do I really *wheeze* think I'm ready *gasp* to parent a high-schooler? Somebody grab me a paper bag!