Christmas

Well Christmas has come and gone again, and with the new year fast approaching, I thought I would reflect on what Christmas meant to me this year........In a word...... Mess.

Christmas Eve was a mess because we had to call 911 for mom.

Christmas Morning was a mess due to wrapping paper, tape, and lack of batteries for toys.

Christmas Afternoon was a mess, because all I could think about was how much I wish Stefanie and Brendan were with Heather, Gia, and I. Having said that, I would never ever keep them from their Birth Mothers Family.

The day after Christmas (boxing day to our friends north of the border) was a mess due to more gifts from more people for my children to open. I truly think my children are the most well adjusted spoiled loving brats you ever want to meet.

I love my mess