Someone has stolen my Christmas spirit. Well that isn’t exactly true as I haven’t been able to find my Christmas spirit to begin with.<\/p>\n
Usually by this time of the year we have our tree and our decorations up.<\/p>\n
But Andy has been traveling almost every week. And when he IS here he works late.<\/p>\n
Big decisions are looming over our heads.<\/p>\n
He’s stressed. I’m stressed.<\/p>\n
Eva is sick. When I picked her up from preschool she pitched a fit and melted in a fit of coughing and crying and would not let me buckle her into her seat. I was getting pelted in the face by cold rain battling my crying baby and feeling like crying myself. So I did, we both did. The whole ride home.<\/p>\n
I wish I could say it made me feel better. I don’t think it made either of us feel better.<\/p>\n
It’s just one of those gloomy overwhelming days. We all get them.<\/p>\n
I’m thinking it might be time to pull out some decorations. Or make some cookies for the boys when they get home from school.<\/p>\n
Cookies make things better, right?<\/p>\n
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Someone has stolen my Christmas spirit. Well that isn’t exactly true as I haven’t been able to find my Christmas spirit to begin with. Usually by this time of the year we have our tree and our decorations up. But Andy has been traveling almost every week. And when he IS here he works late. Big decisions are looming over our heads. He’s stressed. I’m stressed. Eva is sick. When I picked her up from preschool she pitched a fit and melted in a fit of coughing and crying and would not let me buckle her into her seat. I was getting pelted in the face by cold rain battling my crying baby and feeling like crying myself. So I did, we both did. The whole ride home. I wish I could say it made me feel better. I don’t think it made either of us feel better. It’s just one of those gloomy overwhelming days. We all get them. I’m thinking it might be time to pull out some decorations. Or make some cookies for the boys when they get home from school. Cookies make things better, right?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":6908,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6931","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-life"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/11\/IMG_7913copy.jpg","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6931","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6931"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6931\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18005,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6931\/revisions\/18005"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/6908"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6931"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6931"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6931"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}