My name is Jenn, and I'm a 27 year old married and babied chick. In addition to a husband, a seven year old daughter, and a five year old autistic son, I also have four cats, three hermit crabs, two frogs, a few fish, and one snorty little Pug. I work from home doing a variety of writing and even some web design. I love blogging, digital photography and web design.
I am so done with Christmas, it isn’t even funny. Too bad the tree is gone but all of the other decorations are still up. I keep meaning to yank everything down each day, but then I get distracted with looking at Bruder toys for my brothers, writing about Playmobil toys, and doing household stuff that I never get to it. And when I think about it, it’s 11pm or later, and that’s a little late to go outside and collect all of the outdoor decorations, don’t you think?
Alyssa has been wound up in drama queen mode since a few weeks before Christmas. I get all these huffs, sighs, crossed arms, sounds/grunts of indignation, etc. I think the only thing I don’t get is the eyeroll, but I’m sure it’s coming. Sheesh, the girl thinks she’s abused because she doesn’t get everything she wants, like five packs of Hello Kitty underwear, candy from every store and her choice of Calico Critters.
Are all four year olds this dramatic?
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