12/1/25

 December 1 st.  We start the decent upon Christmas with scents of cinnamon and pine swirling around. Those are the scents in my tart warmer. 

Monday’s after a holiday weekend are rough. Things are still pretty rough at work. I do find myself saying bad words, becoming snippy and wonder who the genius is behind the decisions that make things harder for me. I try to hide all of it and save the complaining for Paul. What a lucky man!

Ethan and I got talking about a local family that lost their entire home to a house fire yesterday. They live not too far from us. Luckily, no one was hurt. 

We all have things that are sentimental to us. I can’t imagine losing all of them in one day. I can’t imagine the celebration of no one getting hurt. It was a good chat to have with Ethan as he expressed his empathy for the situation.

I was able to get some chores done tonight. They are overdue. 

The countdown has begun for our big Patti and Sarah shopping weekend. We tell our husbands how hard we are working to make Christmas special for the family. We tell them we work so hard and don’t have any fun. Those are all lies. We have a delightful time. When we were younger, we actually would work our butts off wrapping until our fingers bled.

We will watch HGTV, have a smidgeon of adult beverage and go to bed early. Pure bliss.