When I picked Harper up from school on Friday, I turned right into the park instead of left into the subdivision. I got out of the car and I walked and I stomped and I took photos and I wondered why the park planners didn’t bury the electrical wires.
Please let me take this opportunity to tell you that the above photo used to have an electrical wire in it, and that wire forced me to learn how to remove wires from photos. Always trying to turn a bad scene into a good scene, I am.
The final sentence in the previous paragraph is an unintentional segue into obscurity. I spent a good part of today trying to turn a bad scene into a good scene and sometimes I just really don’t know how to mom stomp teenager sadness. When an offer of burritos doesn’t turn things around, I have no idea how to proceed. (Wait. Did you hear that noise? That was me emitting a melodramatic sigh.)
I started decorating for Christmas on Friday. Decorating is a slow dance for me, and this is probably where I should tell you that I still have a few Christmas decorations up from last year. I dig a constant Christmas vibe.
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Oh boy – if you figure out how to mom-stomp the sadness, please post immediately. It is SO HARD. I’ve never been very good with my kids being sick or sad (even if I’m the one that made them sad, with the rules and the limitations, that are good and right but still also sad) – but at least when they were younger, hugs and snacks and maybe a movie could usually bring things around a bit. That, and a good night’s sleep. Now, it seems those things don’t necessarily help, or they don’t want my help, and ugh. Hang in there for the bright moments, mom friend, and know that you are not the only one whose purposeful comfortable Dansko clogs cannot always do the job.
Does it make you feel better to know that our Christmas tree has been up since 2015? I use my husband’s air compressor to blow the dust off every year, and then we are good to go.
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