Confession 2: I could get my butt in action, and go out early before work today, but I would have to to go out into bitter, windy, freezing, sideways rain - the one that blows your umbrella inside out. My Christmas wreath is sliding back and forth across my front door with the wind, driving my dog bonkers. I'm gonna nest for a bit before I HAVE to go out into the madness.
Confession 3: I don't know what the heck to buy my son. He needs a car. He needs his college tuition paid. Everything else seems frivolous. I'm giving him a J Crew wallet filled with spending money. Why are girls so much easier to buy for? I do have some big plans for my son's birthday in January though, stayed tuned for that one.
Confession 4: I'm not a bit stressed. I suppose I should be, but after the challenging year we have had nothing phases me. We endured a brutal assault, ongoing PTSD, a health crisis, lawyer antics, and financial bullying.
I plan to toast my loved ones, kick up my stockinged feet, RELAX, and turn up the Christmas music. Most of all I plan to cherish my blessings and not to worry about the small stuff, because that is what the difficulties taught me. So, if a little elf were to show up to help - I might send him on an errand or two, but then encourage him to put his feet up and chill with a cup of hot cocoa. It's all good.
How are your preparations coming along? Are you ready or are you winging it? Have a wonderful and festive weekend, Everyone!
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