And also I am so sick of shopping.
I know right?
But 4 kids. 8 nights of Hanukkah. And also Christmas.
And there are so many teachers. Bah humbug.
I may never take off my Uggs again. I don't even care that they basically look like shit with everything. I sometimes wear the short ones to mix things up, and I am saving the chocolate one for a special occasion (LOLz for days). Mostly, though, it's just me and my tall chestnut Uggs slumping down the street because IT'S SO COLD. I have been wearing skinny jeans, ugly boots, and huge sweaters for days, and looking at the forecast that's all I will wear for more days head, and I really only have 2 huge sweaters so I will just wear them again and again because fuck it.
Dorothy cried yesterday because I told her she had to wear her tall brown boots, her hot pink Uggs, her furry sequined Elsa Anna boots (thanks for making the world's ugliest shoes that are also a preschooler siren song Stride Rite) or her purple snow boots, and all she wanted to wear were her ruby slippers. #dorothyproblems. I told her it's boot season for the next couple of months and she should move someplace warm for college. In 15 years.
Poor Beatrix may never get off her doggy bed again-- it's UTI cold.
Yesterday after breakfast they all sat down at the table and crafted. It was weird and cute. (And Cooper raided the candy dish or kit kats and disappeared with his iPad, which was way more normal).