Not the greatest of tours, but this is kind of funny, in my own personal way, :lol:.
The story starts out with a very exhausted momma. Why is she so tired? Momma has been up since 10am yesterday, minus one hour of sleep around 3-4am. Yeah, she has a right to be tired, right?
But the holidays are coming and she doesn’t have the time to be tired, nor does she have the time for her insomnia.
She has presents to wrap.
These presents did not wrap themselves, though they like to claim that they did. Those rotten stinkin’ presents.
Some presents just get a label and a bow. I would end up breaking something, just because of the sheer size of that box, :lol:. I might have a “talent” as some family and friends like to say, but even I can get frustrated at things.
And sadly? I’m not even done. I swear, I’m going to hate Christmas by the time the 25th rolls around. Who’s with me on the hate for the holiday right now? Just all the work and crap that goes into it?
At least one little boy is easily entertained with crayons.
This poor little mite? She’s getting the stiff arm of the law. She loves to do her math, but she hates sitting there doing it, so she rushes through. Mommy is making her keep her papers nice and need and complete. Yeah, she’s so not thrilled with that.
