2020 turned into something that I never could have imagined. This time last year I was ready for it to be THE year. You know which year I’m referring to, right? The one where I finally get my shit together and life makes sense. Well, then the pandemic hit and life got 70 times harder. Day after day we were forced to live with new health orders and new advice. Fake news exploded and conspiracy theories were everywhere. Needless to say 2020 was not THE year. It brought tears, sadness and loneliness to entirely new levels. It was a year of resilience. The goal quickly changed to simply making it through. Staying alive and healthy became the new goal. It became a mission. Clearly, I made it through. I’ve learned to be resilient in a whole new way. My priorities changed as did my goals. Now I find myself at…

Deck the halls and start baking some cookies, because Christmas is NEXT week. How did it sneak up on me so fast? I swore after last year, I was going to be ready for Christmas this year with months to spare. I’m beginning to understand that 2020 was a year like no other. With the number of covid-19 cases rising rapidly day after day, there is simply no way I could have been as prepared as I would have liked. So I’m drowning in amazon packages that have yet to be opened, and the pile of Christmas decorations I promised my kids we’d hang up. Alongside that don’t forget all the snowmen that are yet to be built, and the cookies that need baking. Christmas comes with a lot to do, and every mama out there likely wants to make it as magical as possible. This year memories are going…