• To the Masters of Holiday Ceremony, the Orchestrators of Joy…

    You know what is a horrible combination? Christmas preparations and PMS. Just ask my husband. Last night, I completely lost my sh*t when he simply asked me which pan he should use to melt chocolate. Totally out of the blue. It was like I was possessed. In my defense (and it’s really no defense at all), I had just stubbed my toe putting away the millionth item of Ivy’s that had migrated from her playroom. The real truth of it? I just didn’t want one more person to need one more thing from me. I am tapped out. And the sad thing is that he, my husband, was just simply…