How is it that one of the most joyful times of the year turns into one of the most stressful? I know that you all know about the many birthdays we celebrate in December - Kennedy, Preston, Sydnee, Laura and Chris, not to mention the many friends and other family members who have birthdays in December. Oh, and throw in a 12th wedding anniversary for Ryan and me, Christmas and a baby who still doesn't sleep through the night and, well, you've got S-T-R-E-S-S.
This year was tough for me. I like to stay busy. I like to celebrate. But call it S.A.D., stress, sadness because my baby boy decided he no longer wanted to nurse, but preferred a bottle ... call it whatever you want, I just wasn't in the mood for any of it. Pretty depressing, huh? I did enjoy spending time with our families and tried to keep birthdays small, happy occasions. And I hope my children think I was successful as their birthdays are just as, if not more, important and special to me as they are to them. And I'm not trying to say I was depressed and didn't want to participate ... I'm just saying that something didn't feel right. Maybe it was because just days before Christmas it was 60+ degrees here in Tennessee.
Honestly, I'm going to blame 90 percent on the fact that I need sleep. Sweet, sweet sleep.
I've rambled enough. And, after all, we survived December and I am so very proud to say that I am now the mom of a nine-year-old, a six-year-old and a seven-month-old.
Want proof? Looks like you're going to have to wait. My card reader isn't working and the cord for the camera is missing (go figure). Pictures to come soon.
