I have a confession to make: we’re one week into December with no tree up yet. We have a balsam fir wreath on the front door thanks to a brother and sister-in-law in Maine and we’ve had Christmas music playing since December first. I’ve bought exactly two presents so far with two that I already need to return, which puts me at net zero.
The other day, Annalise asked me to please bake something. Sure, I answered, and asked her what she wanted, thinking she had some particular craving.
“Just bake,” she answered. “Just bake anything.” Oh, sweet girl. I smiled inside because she was so spot on – this single mom chapter of life has me doing so many things with little time for the baking I used to do.
Our neighbors have had trees and lights up since Thanksgiving weekend. A scroll through Instagram shows friends with kids in Christmas jammies and Advent traditions well under way.
I could start to feel very behind on Christmas.