Drip. Drip. Drip.
It is raining here. And leaking here. And so much not feeling the Christmas season here.
I was talking to a friend yesterday about Christmas. "It's up to moms to make Christmas happen," she said. She's right. Who shops, wraps, bakes, addresses, crafts, decorates, and remembers the hard-to-give-to people? The Mom.
This Mom needs some help.
I feel overwhelmed, and I picture my brain as one of those grabbing booths with little slips of paper swirling out of control.