Given, and taken away.
Just today

All I want for Christmas survive.

Yesterday Clay and I met with a Realtor. I don't know what the difference is between a Realtor or a listing agent or whatever. I just know Realtor is capitalized, and that the one we picked to sell our house brought us coffee. She also has a cleaning crew, which lawsy. That, right there, justifies every penny of her commission.

We really needed that cleaning crew, because the house we're selling is our old house, our tiny little jewel of a home (I'm completely rational and businesslike about this whole deal, btw), and for the past couple of years, we've been renting it out. Renters, man. Wow. I don't even know how you get carpets that dirty. Seriously.

So anyhow, there we were yesterday, talking over the work the property needs, and looking at "comps" (which is Realtor technical speak for "houses nearby that are nowhere NEAR as lovely as yours, but somehow determine your house's price, the jerks." See what I mean about the businesslike rational deal? Totes.), and making marketing plans. I suggested we list it at 150% of what she did, and she just chuckled at me. That makes her the third Realtor to think I was being funny. But really. It's a GOOD HOUSE.

Everything seemed totally doable yesterday. Then this morning I woke up and hauled a morning-weakened Sophia downstairs and propped her in front of her breakfast. As I stood there, hands cupped around my coffee, staring bleakly at my girl, who stared bleakly at her breakfast, Raphael looked at the calender. 

"Hey, it's exactly three weeks until Christmas!" he exclaimed. I looked at him, then focused and looked at the calender. And you know what?

It is three freaking weeks until Christmas.

At least, it was this morning.

I started to sweat, thinking of all the Christmas duties and events before me, plus Sophia is Star of the Week at school next week, so I need to find a craft for her whole class to do, and the house-selling chores on top of that. Painting and cleaning up the yard and picking out new carpet and...

I had me a little red and green glitter panic attack.

There is no way. There is simply no way. And yet, here we go! Yeesh, life is crazy stuff.




I have medicine for this type of thing.

You need some Advent time--a little time in the dark with some twinkling lights. My personal Advent time so far has come from being forced to slow down this week due to having an ear infection. Ask yourself what really matters and skip the rest. But keep coming back to the quiet time with the lights in case there is nothing you can skip. The World will tell you otherwise, but don't let anything get in the way of waiting for the Light that comes into the world.


You need a wife!!


From a pre-k teacher feeling a similar way, except that I'm not selling a house (but I am looking for a new place to live!), and I have to plan 16 small group activities between now and Christmas break... head to the grocery store (groan, I know) and get coffee filters, the pointy ice cream cones, green cake icing (or white icing and green food coloring), and mini M&Ms or marshmallows. Let the students make edible Christmas trees! After you pass out the food supplies (the cones stand upside down on the coffee filters to prevent huge messes, and the toppings are just spooned into the sides of the coffee filters), you just stand back and WATCH as they create and eat. And the kids love it! I know it's not much... but it's an idea and "one less thing"! (Wish I could buy the house to make it one MORE less thing, but I feel like the commute to my school in NC would be a little exhausting every day...) Here's a link to a picture of the edible Christmas trees! Good luck!


Hoping you're surviving and actually able to enjoy the season! Miss you1111


well, did you survive? I'm usually so sad after the day comes and goes. But this year? THANKFUL I made it through!


Did you make it? =) Happy New Year!


Happy New Year
We all miss you!!!


where arrrrrrrrrrrre youuuuuuuuu????

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