If I were on the ball (which I am not) I would have a picture of the daughter in her makeshift Santa Lucia getup. I got a size 12 white shirt (which was a long dress on her) and used a red scarf as a belt. My mom had a plastic Lucia crown. She was pretty cute. We made some saffron buns and celebrated our Swedish heritage.
It was a pretty good day.
Earlier in the morning my volunteer work with the kids in the Early Childhood clasroom made my smile muscles hurt. It is an occupational hazard. Or whatever the volunteer version of that might be.
I'm in the preschool room. I can't even tell you specifically what they had me smiling about. They just totally rock.
Got home late. Had pizza. Lazed about and went to bed. I know, lame excuse for the late post. I'm just going to have to cut me some slack in this busy holiday season.
Grateful Crap: realizing that other people don't make me feel bad; I do. (Startling revalation, I know. I will likely need to have this revelation forty three more times before it fully takes root.)
meds in the morning
time with family
cutting myself some slack instead of panicking to get everything done. (in an eerie foreshadowing of the following day...)
Quaker, teacher, parent,