My voice has left the building. My daughter told me I sound like my husband's sister - which is hilarious because I sort of do - except her husky voice is from smoking.
Gotta love that one.
We're enjoying just another oddly warm and wet day here with sugar cookies, banana bread, and chicken soup, all of which we made yesterday amidst chipping away at the gaggles of presents already under our tree.
Dear in-laws, Thanks so much for listening to us when we said please don't buy that much this year.
We're anxiously awaiting the arrival of the huz and Santa tonight, at which point massive toy construction and editing (since my children have enough stuff to clothe and entertain an entire village of children) will commence.
Wish me luck parenting these three kiddos alone with no voice.
At least it gets me out of calling the in-laws today, right?