When I am not blogging, I work. Full time. And travel. And I'm really good at it. Well, maybe I made that part up. But I am a career girl by choice and the vast majority of the time I think it's a terrific idea. After more than a few days at home with my kids I remember that I work because it's easier than staying at home. Social services would have visited by now if I didn't have a job. I am certain of that.
BUT, being the call your own shots girl that I am, there are times when it's inconvenient to be painfully busy at work. Like summer vacation. And now for example. I have some shopping to do. Some cards to address. Some beautiful ribbons to tie. And I am in the office well after the time that I'd like to be in the office. My prospects for tying, shopping and addressing are quite slim this week. It's threatening to drag me under and I am trying to find Santa's number to see if I can get some help. His number doesn't seem to be listed . . .
Rather than letting that get to me, I am going to take a deep breath and remember the joy that I have in my life and why I love the holidays so much - professional crisis or not.
I am the mother of a darling donkey and a cheeky little angel.
My home is warm and full of little people who are making memories together and celebrating traditions
I am deeply loved even if I don't tie the ribbons or finish the list
I could not ask for more