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Wednesday, December 14, 2016
How I approach the holidays, so as not to lose my mind
As many of you know, I work with responsibility.org and this month they asked me to write about how I keep my stress level down around the holidays. This is an important topic for me because after loving Christmas my whole life, I realized a few years ago I had totally lost my holiday spirit.
In fact, I found the process of managing Christmas as a mom and an adult to be frankly horrible. For years, by mid-December I was giant ball of stress and feeling like this:
In fact, I found the process of managing Christmas as a mom and an adult to be frankly horrible. For years, by mid-December I was giant ball of stress and feeling like this:
Tuesday, December 13, 2016
Things My Husband Says About My Ice Cold Hands
You know it's winter when my husband, the cranky but adorable Cap'n Coupon, starts complaining about how cold my hands are all the time*. Here's a list of unkind things my husband has told me about my ice cold hands.
- Are you a Frost Giant?
- Your fingers feel like hot dogs right out of the fridge.
- Yes, you woke me up. It’s like sleeping with a White Walker.
- If you touched liquid nitrogen, you’d make it COLDER.
- Cadaver hands! Gah!
- A yeti would shiver and yelp if you touched his neck like that.
- Your hands are so cold I would assume they were Canadian, except they’re very rude.
- Put your gloves back on, Elsa.
- You should get a job as a snow cone vendor.
- It’s like you plucked a lobster from the icy waters of Maine and then tried to hold my hand.
- Good lord, were you just touching tundra?
- That’s not snuggling. That’s assaulting me with Siberian dagger hands.
- How are your hands so cold and clammy? Do you live in Gollum’s cave?
*He especially objects to me trying to warm my hands on him while he's sleeping. Unreasonable.
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