In no particular order.

Fuck. My big sister is going through some stuff. Please keep her in your thoughts, send her healing vibes, if you have any to spare. I hope, if any of you are going through some stuff too, you know it’s okay to need help. It’s okay to not be okay. And your feelings and worries matter.

I don’t always know just what to say. She’s the sister that I am always holding myself to the standard of…
💔

What? This is a thing?

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Belated sharing of the Christmas gift the eldest sis made for me.

#Husbands, am I right?

Just because we’re driving to PA tomorrow for extended family Christmas doesn’t mean we have to wake up like it’s not winter break. For reference, I’m either up at 5:00am for work or 6:30 for school.

I. Don’t. Sleep. In. Ever.

I need this.

Dense fog 🌫️ on the Christmas Eve morning walk to work.

Well, I am pooped.

My kitchen is a mess. A glorious worthwhile mess.

Cookies to follow.

Well. I made it to work.

Making shoulder and neck heating pads for impromptu gifting.

6yo took her sprinkling job so very seriously.

I’d say TGIF. But the weekend is my work week. 😳

Work bestie and I, essentially texting each other goodbye at the end of shift because she got floated and we both had “a day.”

My Station Eleven mug arrived today. 😍

6yo is writing music for her Papa (grandpa) to play on my ukulele because he forgot his guitar.

There’s mine, BTW.

The lake effect snow did not disappoint. Woke up twice in the night. 2:00am. 3:00am. Nothing. Just some flurries whipping around in the wind. And now…

Hey #cosobookclub, anyone read this one yet? On a scale of general unease to righteous indignation and call to action, how ready should I be for this? #books #dystopianfiction #orwellian

Me on my way to my sewing machine to make my child’s teachers’ holiday gifts: