Work.

“Single mother” for two weeks.

Business trip.

Sick.

Child hurting his foot by doing backflip on concrete floor.

Suspicion of a broken foot.

X-ray. Orthopedic surgeon.

Good news: Not broken.

Bad news: No other cure but time for the pain.

Advent Calendar = Sweets first thing in the morning.

Over-purchase of cookie doughs from school fundraising not realizing the size of the tub AND the requirement to freeze them.

Emergency!

Baked cookies = Sweets throughout the day.

Lots of baked cookies = HYPER! for kids. = Coma + Sense of self-loathing. For me.

Keen awareness of the locations of all my sinuses.

Avid supporter of the Kleenex industry.

Work.

Tendency to procrastinate.

Dying. To. Sleep.

But. Can’t.

Sum(A1:A20) = Massive SCROOGEdom = Major Cop-out with Pictures…

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