We’ve been enjoying the work up to Christmas. It’s like a holiday: the month takes forever to show up, and then when it does, I’m never ready. Today we went shopping and saw all the festive treats, wrapping paper, gifts, and it made it all so real that I got freaked out. I’m sure a lot of moms feel this way: that we have to make it super special because this is our one chance to get this year right. Someone asked me why I was so pressured to take Jack places and to do Christmasy/Santa things when he was perfectly happy staying home. Because I feel like a lazy mom who doesn’t do fun things. I guess it’s social media pressure. I’m trying to just enjoy it as it is and look forward to the time when we’re not rushing around to work and the nursery.