I was thinking about how we've had quite a rocky career road as of late. He's been laid off in the spring. I've been fired in the fall. But never ever have we been under such a crunch just as it was time to sit on Santa's lap. And it's making me cranky! And why couldn't this happen when the girls weren't old enough to understand that we're dragging out feet on getting a Christmas tree because we're nervous about how to pay for it? And for the love of god, could people not send us silly presents we don't need and plastic crap for the girls. Can't they just contribute to a college fund, cause - um, right now, we sure aren't.
Here is a picture from the neighborhood Christmas tree lighting. I think we look like a million bucks. On the other hand, I think I look like I need a million bucks and some lipstick.
Photograph courtesy of Lakewood-Now