An irregular series in which I air my dirty domestic laundry - sometimes literally - in the hopes of . . . of . . . I'm not exactly sure what, but it's likely one of three things: (a) publicly shaming myself into doing better wife- and mom-wise; (b) dragging y'all down with me into the anti-Martha morass; or (c) complaining for the sheer joy of it.
Because this will never be the blog you read only to feel ashamed that you have yet again failed to painstakingly hand-craft a papier-mache montage of the birth of Baby Jesus using organic free-range cage-free chicken or whatever.
O Christmas tree, o Christmas tree . . .
. . . how lovely are your naked-from-the-waist-down-thanks-to-the-toddler branches!
Stay tuned for my upcoming HGTV holiday special: "Christmas Decorating for the Under Two Set: Not Without My Stepladder". . .
The Grinch Who Stole Half My Christmas Ornaments