My New Year starts tomorrow. Not because I’m procrastinating (OK, maybe a little...), but because tomorrow it’s back to school routines, work travel for weeks on end for the hubs and a new twist to my daily 20-minute work commute with one major road closing for the next ten months. Yay, 2019. 😫😭

​Seriously. What was wrong with last year? 2018 was a pretty amazing year in my opinion. Do we really need a new year... again?!?

​I vote we bring back 2018.

I'm usually pretty stressed out at Christmas. Anyone else with me?!?

We have this self-inflicted and society-perpetuated pressure to completely redecorate our homes, buy the perfect gifts and then wrap those perfect gifts with perfect bows, make cute homemade goodies for our kids' class parties, give lavish teacher gifts, attend a bazillion events between work and personal parties, church, school and community events, wrap our houses and yards with lights and greenery, and all while smiling beautifully for the camera to send the most amazing Christmas card to (or post the most amazing Instagram photo for) people we hardly ever see.