Alright folks, I need some help…..so show a sista some love.
Every year since my hubby and I have been together I have spent Christmas crying. No matter how hard I try, someone in some family is mad at me because of how/where we are spending our time.
363 days of the year I LOVE that our families live a street apart. LJ has a great relationship with both sets of grandparents, we have almost endless babysitters who truly want to be with the little man, and it’s just plain fun to be with everyone.
But Christmas Eve and Christmas Day have become the two days of the whole year I dread. Literally cause minor panic attacks.