I picked Rachel and Claire up from school and was immediately informed by Claire that she got a negative on her behavior card. This was the first frowny face to come home, and she was nervous that I would be mad. But I know (because the principal told me and the other 27 parents at the PTA meeting) that negatives marks are opportunities for growth and learning. So on the way to the car, I thought about how I was going to grow and learn from this situation.
She explained that she got the negative for leaning over the table at lunch. When I asked her how it made her feel to get a negative, she said it made her feel sad, like her friend Logan. ”Oh, did he get a negative too?”
“Yeah. For saying CHICKEN BUTT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
I sensed I was starting to lose her. I’ll admit, when she first mentioned the negative, I feared it was for some kind of butt talk. Butts are hilariously funny, and it’s hard to recover from that kind of smart punchline. But I was finally able to steer her towards more behavioral discussion. Because I like my dead horses completely beaten.
“So getting the negative didn’t make you feel very good, huh?”
[Dramatic sad face] “No.”
“What did you learn from that?”
“Um…I learned…I learned how to draw a mouse! In art!”
My point was that making bad choices leads to bad feelings, but making good choices makes us feel good. Claire is a borderline suck up that loves to help, so I knew this angle would work. She agreed, saying that she helped her teacher when she dropped something and asked Claire to pick it up.
“Well, that’s very helpful, I’m sure she appreciated that.”
And Rachel piped up, “I helped my teacher too!”
“Really! What did you help with?”
“When she cleaned up the throw up, I moved back so I wouldn’t step in it and she could wipe it up.”
“Wait. What? Who threw up?”
“The throw up on the floor. She said ‘MOVE BACK!’ and I did what she said! I moved back so she could clean it all up!”
I’m sure she appreciated that too. I think we still have some growing and learning to do.
And so help me, if someone in this house comes down with a stomach bug, I am temporarily moving out.
I’m crawling out of a hole. The hole of sick and cold and bored and crazy.
Last week Rachel was diagnosed with the flu, an ear infection, and strep all at once. It was super fun. $205 later and all the kids were on Tamiflu and she was on an extra antibiotic.
One by one, people went down. Christian got the flu. Claire got the half-flu, thanks to the medicine. I got a sore throat and felt a little crappy, but the universe knows that the mom can’t get sick, so my body stubbornly fought it off. Zoe remained obliviously well and healthy, which is good. There’s nothing sadder than a sick 3 year old.
And the cat got sick, which just made sense, because I had been looking for a reason to cry tears of rage and exhaustion and pity. For the entire week I deftly juggled Clorox and Resolve and Tylenol and Motrin.
Oh, it’s been all kinds of stir crazy up in here. We didn’t go outside for days. DAYS. I donned extended wearings of my pajamas, not even bothering to change between sleeping and waking, only removing my jacket to sleep. It wasn’t until I noticed something crusty on the sleeve that I really started to question how long it had been since I had actually changed my clothes. The entire ensemble had become a part of me. My pajama pants? They got me.
Not only have we been going stir crazy, some of us have been going just plain crazy, with fits of roid rage from the Tamiflu. Come get your twice daily dose of crazy, kids! I don’t know how many times I had to remind myself that it wasn’t Rachel screaming obscenities* at me because I wouldn’t let her play with her tablet. It was those damn, wonderful, terrible, flu killing meds.
[*Obsceneties = NOOOOONONO! YOU'RE A BLOOGY, MOMMY YOU'RE GETTING A NEGATIVE!]
Today everyone was well. And it was super cold, temps in the 40s but with a wicked wind chill, so super cold to us Texans. We’re desperately trying to enforce certain times for electronic devices, so there weren’t many options, other than playing with each other, or, I don’t know, ALL THE TOYS YOU JUST GOT? YOU KNOW, THE PRESENTS? THE SANTA? ANYONE? We finally took down Christmas, so that provided some mild entertainment (set them down gently! GENTLY!). But that still left endless hours stretched before us in this day of cold and hell and boredom and apparent new toy amnesia.
Pirate Pig Attack? NO.
Hungry Hungry Hippos? NO!
How about your LEGOS? NO! NO! NONONONO! SCHNERGBLERGPALLSHIGUMSTOMPPOUTWAIL!
Well, that settles it, then. Have fun flailing on the floor!
We finally braved the cold to go to Target and Best Buy for headphones, came home, started a movie, and I promptly went to take a nap. Hour long outings are exhausting.
This. This was the most fun they had today. Tying ribbons around their heads to be Christmas ninjas. I told them to make serious ninja faces. Zoe obviously has it down. Just remember! Christmas ninjas don’t fight with each other or else they will die!
(I only made up the first part. The, uh, “consequence” was all their doing. That being said, I should go check to make sure they are all still alive. School starts Tuesday, right? RIGHT? HAHAHAHAHAHA!)
I know what you’re thinking. 2013 is over, time to move on, but here’s the thing. I love recaps, and I love answering questions about myself. And I’ve been so consumed with sickness the past week or so that my plans on wrapping up 2013 before 2013 actually ended went awry. And I found this fun recap on Rage Against the Minivan and thought it would be a fun annual thing to start.
1. What did you do in 2013 that you’d never done before?
I ran a half marathon! And I also ran the Capitol 10000, which has been on my wish list for years.
2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
I didn’t make resolutions, but my word for 2013 was EMERGE, and I like to think I was able to adhere to it somewhat. I try to loosely base my goals for the year around a word, and in 2013, I wanted to emerge from the kid fog that had surrounded me since we started this amazing and exhausting journey in 2008. I wanted to write more, run more, get out more, be more present. And you know what? I think I did. I started writing for AllParenting and started writing differently for Free Fun in Austin, which forced me to get out more with the kids. All in all, I feel like I am leaving this kid fog behind.
3. Did anyone close to you give birth?
My friend Ashley had a little baby girl. My friend Keely had a little baby boy and has managed to retain her quick witted sense of humor on her Facebook page if she’s not blogging. I’m absolutely positive I’m forgetting someone, but that’s just what I do.
4. Did anyone close to you die?
No, thank goodness.
5. What countries did you visit?
Let’s see, there’s the US…and Austin is kind of its own country…
This list obviously thinks I am more ambitious than I really am. I said I wanted to get out more, but this circus isn’t ready for international travel just yet.
6. What would you like to have in 2014 that you lacked in 2013?
More motivation. More balls.
7. What dates from 2013 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
August 26. The day Rachel and Claire started kindergarten.
8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?
Hm. I suppose it would be completing the ZOOMA Texas half marathon. That was hard, yo.
9. What was your biggest failure?
Letting my training slide after the race. It’s really hard to keep up a good running schedule in the summer here. It’s too humid before sunrise, but too hot by 7am. And running more than 2 miles on a treadmill is TORTURE.
10. Did you suffer illness or injury?
I suffered a few running-related injuries that were solved with new shoes. Other than that, I am pretty ridiculously healthy.
11. What was the best thing you bought?
My Craigslist purchases. I am incredibly proud of the two IKEA twin beds I got for the girls for $100 in perfect condition, and I found a World Market cabinet for all of our art supplies. Austin people sell some nice stuff, I’m telling you.
12. Where did most of your money go?
Good question. Probably to Mother’s Day Out. Well, and of course the mortgage.
13. What did you get really excited about?
I got really excited (and nervous) about kindergarten. And Zoe starting preschool. Basically I was excited about having some kid-free time after 5.5 years. I was sad for a few days, bumbled around for a few weeks, but I think we’ve found our groove. We’re all loving it.
14. What song will always remind you of 2013?
I’m not hip to what the kids are listening to most of the time. But that damn Blurred Lines seemed to cause a stir. And I have had What Does the Fox Say? stuck in my head since the first time I heard it. Damn you, Ylvis, you creepy geniuses.
15. Compared to this time last year, are you:
– happier or sadder? Not necessarily happier, but different? Okay, happier because I am in a different place as far as mothering my kids.
– thinner or fatter? I prefer heavier. Sigh. Everything I lost in last year’s training came back, and then some.
– richer or poorer? Richer is not quite the way I would put it. But we are fortunate.
16. What do you wish you’d done more of?
Read. I’m finally starting to put books before internets again, and it feels fantastic.
17. What do you wish you’d done less of?
Internets. It’s hard, because the lines between my work and my non-work are so often blurred. I need to exercise more control.
18. How did you spend Christmas?
We opened gifts at home Christmas morning, then drove to Dallas to spend a few days with my family.
19. What was your favorite TV program?
The Walking Dead. Hands down.
20. What were your favorite books of the year?
I am perpetually behind on things like this, so I just finished Gone Girl, and it was by far the best book I’ve read in a long time.
21. What was your favorite music from this year?
The Avett Brothers, Lana del Rey, The National. And my running playlist.
22. What was your favorite film of the year?
Also something I’m always behind on. I don’t think I saw a current movie in 2013. So maybe Silver Linings Playbook? Because we watched that one. And Man of Steel. Because shirtless Henry Cavill.
23. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
My birthday was lackluster. I believe the kids were sick (believe me when I say we are NOT always sick, but it seems like it lately), and we went out to dinner, where my husband kindly informed the waiter that I did not want any singing. He’s the best.
24. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
Being able to get and stay more organized, especially as I’m now juggling school schedules, freelance work, and this blog. I can stick to a plan, but I have a really hard time coming up with one on my own.
25. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2013?
Well. In the spring I felt great and loved wearing my clothes. I bought lots of new clothes and threw out old ones. Once I stopped running so much, I didn’t like getting dressed so much. So my “personal fashion concept” was more like “find something that fits.” I know. It’s sad.
26. What kept you sane?
My husband. My girlfriends. My blog friends. Remembering to give the distractions the finger and stop and snuggle my kids.
27. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2013.
I may not think I know what I am doing at any given time. But I am everything to these kids. At least for now. And that’s something.
Oh hey! Some of you may have gotten this post – or something like it – in your readers already. That’s because I am a true professional and scheduled it before I finished it, as it was the only way I could preview my Instagram embeds. Then…well, life got in the way and I decided to watch a movie instead of finish the post, and it went live only half finished. So, um, here it is in its entirety. Don’t fire me.
And by photos I mean Instagrams because my photos are so scattered between my new computer and my old one (a classic First World Problem, if you ask me), and I pretty much only took phone photos anyway. If anyone has a failsafe and easy way to organize about 1.3 million photos, please bring forth that information, stat.
Here we go!
I was running a LOT in February, gearing up for my half marathon. Seeing these girls running to greet me made the agony of a 10 mile run totally worth it.
Also in February I wrote up a fun little ditty about Activities Not Meant for Introverts. Months later it hit viral-ish status when the Facebook page Introverts are Awesome shared it. I was semi-famous for a day!
I don’t know what the best part of this photo is – the adorable, smiling 3 year old, the sister elbowing her in the face, or the photobomb from the other sister who was currently in between vomiting episodes. Classic Torres life.
March was the month I ran the half marathon I had trained so hard for, and I wrote about each and every exhilarating and painful step. I also look back at those photos and sigh longingly at how thin my face was when I was running 20+ miles a week. ZOOMA Texas Half Marathon recap: Battling my demons to the end.
Pretty door, pretty girls. And wow they look young in this photo. *SOB*
In April I decided to put together some tips from my half marathon experience. It’s one of my most visited and most pinned posts. How to rock your 1st half marathon.
For you non runners, you may enjoy a little story about how I feared that bitchy text I almost sent my husband could very well be my last. Watch your texts!
The epitome of summer, this photo.
May was not entirely blog worthy, but I did write a little about our Mother’s Day experience and how things seem to be getting easier as the kids get older. It’s one of those bittersweet pills life hands you. They’re not little tiny babies anymore, but man is it easier to get out and do stuff. Moms of small children, have hope. Holidays – Mother’s Day especially – is ROUGH with little kids. It gets easier. I see the light: An overindulgent Mother’s Day.
This photo? Goes perfectly with my favorite June post. And then the circus came to town. Alternate title: In which I make you feel better about your life.
We braved Six Flags Fiesta Texas. And we closed that mother DOWN.
By far, one of my most popular posts was One Kid, where I talk about how, although I completely love all of my children and could never choose between them, sometimes I’m sad that I missed out on getting to have them one AT A TIME. It’s very important that the AT A TIME is in there. Some readers missed that when it was syndicated on BlogHer.
I love this photo with all my heart. It’s so my girls. And that bright yellow background? That’s a dumpster. I’m spilling all my photography secrets now!
August was a little lean on the blog, and I love all the posts, but of course it’s all summed up with Some quick thoughts on kindergarten because it’s all I can manage right now.
Yes, September is still sprinkler weather here.
In September I experienced an unexpected reflection when I happened upon a 9/11 memorial I didn’t even know existed.
Zoe and I had lots of adventures while the girls were at school. Here she poses ever so nonchalantly in front of one of Austin’s most iconic spots.
And speaking of which, my favorite post in October was in fact a chronicle of my Insta-muse.
We went to the Chuy’s Parade with the kids and Christian’s mom, and happened to walk right up to where all of the characters were hanging out for photo ops before the parade. Rachel was astounded to met her hero, Spider-Man. She has no clue who that guy with the hammer is.
I talked twins in November, when we started navigating the world of separate birthday party invitations. Bonus post, I announced that I’m part of the production team of the 2014 Listen to Your Mother Austin!
I pick two for December, because it’s my blog, and I do what I want.
And really, how else can you wrap up a year in posts other than reading about that time I almost set my house on fire on Thanksgiving.
Happy New Year!
At the end of each year I do a year in review in favorite posts and photos. This year I came across this really cool montage from Flipagram, which allows you to select however many photos you want and make them into short videos set to music. It’s a far cry from the slideshows I used to put together when my girls were 6 months and a year old, painstakingly selecting just the right photos, then agonizing over the perfect song to set it to. Using the Flipagram app was effortless. I did most of it standing in my kitchen while my kids ate lunch. (This isn’t even a sponsored post. It just really was that easy.)
I think I still will do the year in review post, but for now, enjoy my favorite 86 photos in 30 seconds, set to the National’s Don’t Swallow the Cap. And you want to follow me on Instagram I’m over there as latorres78.
Current happenings: I haven’t blogged in a bajillion years. We haven’t turned the tree lights on since Christmas morning. My floor is littered with broken candy canes and the usual post-gift-opening trash: random twist ties, plastic wrappers, and scraps of paper. A few forgotten gifts lay strewn about the room, giving me the impression that we gave too much. There’s a smushed gift bow under the TV stand, but I give absolutely no damns about any of it right now. I’m still catching up on all of the laundry and did nothing today but entertain two of my children while caring for one sick one and a sick husband. We stayed in our jammies all day, and I only put on a bra to go jump on the trampoline with the kids. You’re welcome, neighbors!
Post Christmas time is here. The still lit Christmas lights aren’t cheery, they’re just a reminder of good times gone by. There’s no more Christmas carols, no more sleigh bells, no more baking (thank GOD). The cold weather isn’t not fun anymore, because it no longer signifies the holidays, just dreary, upcoming January, the most boring month of the year. Let’s start new beginnings with gray skies and lifeless vegetation! Who’s excited? I’m excited!
You know what else is exciting? One more week of winter break. I kid, but then again I don’t. I love not having to get up early or be anywhere. Everyone is sleeping later, and then getting a little tablet time in so I can avoid getting out of bed for just a little longer. It’s glorious. But having the children home with me is giving me that oh so familiar feeling of wading through quicksand, only instead of quicksand it’s more like LEGOs and toys and stacks and stacks of drawings of minions, princesses, and Ninja Turtles. I’m constantly taking one step forward and two steps back. I say, “I’m gonna clean the kitchen!” and Life says, “Ha! We’re gonna go unshelve all the books and knock over your poor, miserable mini tree for the 37th time! And here’s some bonus cat vomit!” And I’m all, “We NEED to go find something to do.”
Cue sickness. You win this round, Life.
So I may not be able to organize the new toys or clean up the Christmas crap just yet or keep up with the “I heard it but I don’t see it” cat pukes. But we’re doing lots of trampoline jumping. Reading all of our new books (like Claire is READING to me). Playing Angry Birds Pirate Pig Attack and Hungry Hungry Hippos. Building with LEGOs and Tinker Toys and Goldie Blox. Watching lots and lots of movies. If we get well enough, we’ll go ride our new scooters. And snuggling. Lots and lots of snuggling.
Merry Post Christmas dreary time!
(Also I’m typing this from my new MacBook Pro! Isn’t it fancy? Pretend you can tell a difference.)
Oh, I love a good coffee table book. I could sit flipping through pages for hours…back when we weren’t spending all of our spare time flipping through iPhones.
Also back when I had a coffee table that wasn’t originally a train table slash LEGO table slash tea party table.
I dream of having a sleek, mid century modern coffee table, or maybe a rustic trunk style number, or a Friends-esque apothecary table that may or may not be vintage. My last coffee table was handed down to me from my college roommates, who stole it from one of the dorms at UT. It was oak and heavy and horrible, with 80s rounded edges and screamed “DORM FURNITURE!” I tried to mask its ugliness with a little stain in our early married days, but it gave minimal improvement. We put it in the garage when the girls started climbing, then out on the curb for bulk trash collection so that we would be forced to buy a grown up coffee table when the time came.
It was gone within minutes.
But if I did have a coffee table right now, these are the books I’d want stacked on it. Note that these are affiliate links, meaning if you buy anything through these links (and I do mean anything, so don’t be shy) I get a teeny tiny, eensy weensy percentage which will either go towards paying my hosting fees or buying coffee. Depends on how responsible I am.
Austin Then and Now. I love then and now type books. Seeing the city you live in through the eyes of history is such a cool experience.
Humans of New York. I have followed the HONY Facebook page for a while now and preordered the book as a birthday present to myself on October. I’m still trying to soak it all in.
The Art Book: New Edition. Everyone needs an art book.
Best of Norman Rockwell. My mom had a very similar version of this book that sat and collected dust in our living room. Except for the times that I would quietly sneak away and pour over page after page. Rockwell’s illustrations fascinated me, and still do.
Dear Photograph. I’ve seen these types of images online, and they are so hauntingly beautiful.
Antonio Gaudi: Master Architect. I have had a Gaudi book for years, and I still flip through it from time to time. Gaudi’s unfinished masterpiece, La Sagrada Familia, is a marvel.
What’s on your coffee table? Books? Those fancy wicker balls? A banana peel?
It has been a chilly weekend here in Austin. Laugh all you want, my northern friends, but we Texans just aren’t built for this. Give us below freezing temps and a little precipitation, and the whole city practically shuts down. School started 2 hours later than usual on Friday, and Zoe’s school was cancelled altogether.
Thanks to that, my planned run on Friday was moved back to Saturday. But then it barely got above freezing and I barely got out from under my blankie, so I pushed it to Sunday.
Sunday gave me the choice between running in the late morning with temps in the 30s or in the afternoon, which was expected to be sunny and 10 degrees warmer. I chose the morning – more on that in a bit.
I haven’t written about running in forever. Mainly because I haven’t been running consistently. I haven’t signed up for any races, so I’ve slacked off. And strange coincidence, I’ve also put on a few pounds.
I’ve been trying to get back in the saddle, but without an upcoming race, it’s hard. I had to pass on being a ZOOMA ambassador again this year because of a date conflict, and so instead of getting to run a free race, I opted to pay an outlandish amount of money for a writers’ conference. So I may be creating one hell of an indentation on this couch, but hey – I’m going to have some mighty fine words to show for it.
But race or no race, I’m desperately trying to turn over a new lettuce leaf and get my ass back out on the road.
I headed out on Sunday in compression capris, a long sleeved tech tee with a short sleeved tech tee over it, a fleece headband, and cheap gloves.
Yeah that’s right. I opted for no jacket. Because I am a bad ass. Also because I’m still looking for the perfect technical running jacket that doesn’t cost like a million dollars. And I’ve run in the cold enough to know that I would get way too hot in my fleece jacket.
And then I was off. I was shooting for at least 3 miles, but if I’d go further if I could.
1 mile in and my body was warm, but still sluggish.
1.5 miles in and I was completely warmed up.
2 miles in I stripped off my gloves and my sweaty hands practically cried hallelujah at the fresh air. Since I didn’t have pockets, I…stuffed them in my bra. For about a block, I was looking extra busty, but alas, there was too much jostling, so I opted to just hold onto them. Hell, I ran a half marathon while carrying two packages of Gu. NDB.
2.5 miles in I developed back AND stomach cramps. A back cramp is usually indicative of poor form or breathing, both easy to do in the cold air. But a stomach cramp is no joke. It could be dehydration, lack of fuel, too much Gu. Sometimes it can mean MUST FIND BATHROOM OR NEAREST BUSH ASAP. Since I didn’t feel like I was going to vomit or you know, I chalked it up to poor breathing and swallowing lots of air. Still mighty unpleasant though.
3 miles in I was yanking up the sleeves of my undershirt. My fleece headband was soaked in sweat.
3.5 miles in I passed a couple walking their dogs. They were bundled up like Eskimos, while I was dying to shed more of my clothing. They gave me that look that people often give runners that says either “I feel sheepish walking by you,” or “WTF are you insane, woman? It’s freezing out here!” Whatever, lazy asses. (I’m kidding; she was like 9.5 months pregnant at least.)
3.78 miles in I passed my house. That is some mental torture right there, but I figured I’d come this far, what was another 0.22 miles?
At 3.9 miles I seriously questioned the validity of my Garmin.
And finally at 4 miles I hit stop and started the cool down walk back to my house. It was a slow 4 miles, much slower than my normal pace. But like I said, I haven’t been consistent, and this is the price I pay.
Why didn’t I wait until the afternoon, when it would be slightly warmer and sunny? Two reasons: One, running in the sunshine is overrated. Give me overcast any day. Two (and the main reason), I know myself way too well to think I would actually go in the afternoon. If I waited until later in the day, I would have blown it off entirely. And I needed to run.
Cold weather running isn’t terrible; it’s actually enjoyable once you get going. The hardest step is the one you take out the door. Or the one stepping out of your warm, cozy flannel PJs in exchange for your cold, thin compression capris. Or the one where you stick your foot out from under your cushy down comforter and feel an icy blast run up your leg. But the good thing is you get over it. You have to keep your ass moving to stay warm.
(Then I got caught up in “mom stuff,” and an hour later I was freezing again so I took the hottest shower known to man. It’s not too hot until your skin is peeling off, amirite?)
Every year at the beginning of December, I lament the fact that we don’t have an Advent calendar. When I was a kid, my grandmother always had an Advent calendar for us, a cute, hanging fabric thingy with numbered pockets and candy. Or maybe it was more the punch-out-the-chocolate variety, and probably only one year. Honestly, I can’t remember the pesky details. But I have fond memories of standing in her front hall, filled with afternoon sunlight and excitement, or maybe that was the sugar high, and being so excited to tear open the next day’s treat.
Even though I can’t really recall WHAT it was we actually had, I NEED MY KIDS TO HAVE PRECIOUS CHRISTMAS MEMORIES, DAMMIT.
And so thanks to this desire, I bookmarked a crap load of pretty Advent calendars for inspiration (because this was BP: Before Pinterest), and got myself to the nearest Jo-Ann’s. The year was 2009. I bought about 5 pounds of red felt, all the white embroidery thread, and probably a ton of other red and green paraphernalia that I didn’t need. It was easy: make little felt pockets, whip stitch them together and embroider 1-25 on each. If I was feeling fancy, I would even add a little button for an enclosure, and maybe a decorative bell. They sky was the limit! I was filled with inspiration and Christmas spirit!
I was also starting this project a tad late. The problem about December 1st is that it has a pesky habit of coming after November 30th. Every. Damn. Year.
So the Advent calendar project was tabled for that year, and now I had a whole 12 months to finish it! And then I remembered it again in late November 2010, looked at the bag of felt and thread (still in the garage next to the rest of the red and green “supplies” of projects long forgotten) and said, “Next year. 2011 will be your YEAR.”
Look at the title of this post and ask me how that went. Go ahead.
Okay, so maybe making an Advent calendar wasn’t my thing. If having three kids has taught me anything, it’s that making your own stuff is way overrated. Buying shit that someone else has already made is way easier.
We were at IKEA a few weeks ago, and in the food section they had boxes and boxes of chocolate Advent calendars that again brought back fond memories of my grandmother’s sunlight-filled hallway and sugar rushes. Only I didn’t buy any because why the hell do they put those at the end? I’ll be damned if I’m going through that checkout line again. Could I have bought it at the food counter, maybe throw in a $1 cinnamon roll? I guess we’ll never know.
So while my mother in law was here for Thanksgiving, we made a special trip to IKEA just for Advent calendars. She lives in Iowa and can’t get to one without a 4 hour layover, and I have the fortune of having one a mere 20 minutes into suburbia. It’s glorious.
Two hours and $57 later, we left IKEA with some $2 candles, frames, a lantern, a Christmas table runner, and…
NO ADVENT CALENDAR.
It’s just not meant to be. Although if I go get one now, I get days 1-5 all to myself….