It is December 23rd and I am not ready for what we call Christmas. I keep reminding myself that we are celebrating the birth of Jesus and if I don't have food cooked and sheets washed it will get done when the girls get here. I stay so tired and when the weather is changing, my hands ache and it makes it hard to do much. But - my family will be here and that is what matters. We may even get a touch of snow this year.
I will sit back and watch all the craziness going on around me. We have something to add to the confusion this year - Clayton got a dog for Christmas. I am now grandmother to Max. Clayton loves him - Monica and Carrington do not.
Ed has been so good to help me with shopping but we decided tonight we are shopped out. It will be different next year because I can't keep up shopping for 14 grandchildren. There may be some gift cards instead of presents for the older ones.
I worried so about what to take to the staff at dialysis and was trying to bake cookies. I realized I would never get enough baked so I made 4 pies and took them to them yesterday. Not one person thanked me. I didn't do it for the thanks but you still like to be appreciated. Oh well.
I pray that everyone has a blessed Christmas and a safe, happy, and healthy New year.