I’m 99.5% done with my Christmas shopping. Everything is sitting in its respective box in the guest bedroom, waiting to be wrapped. I’m hoping mom, Beth, and Pippa come down next weekend to help me make treats for my cookie exchange party. They can also bring all the yoga pants I accidentally left at home on the drying rack this weekend.
How will I survive without those yoga pants?
I will also request that they bring wrapping paper. I should have brought a few rolls back with me, but I have a fine time remembering to pack all of my own things after staying with my parents for the weekend. It’s a bit of a running joke. There’s always something at my parent’s house that belongs at my house, and vise versa.
Now that Thanksgiving break is over, I’ll have to start a countdown to winter break for my students who think that school breaks occur one week after another.