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This time of year brings back all the feels as I remember the final few weeks that we waited to meet Miss Addison for the first time 8 years ago.

I need to talk about the day I looked out my window and saw my kids pooping all over the driveway.

Sometimes I regret having four kids.

I need a lot of personal space. A lot of

quiet

Forget gently falling, soft snow. Forget brightly wrapped packages under the tree. Forget Christmas music and sugar cookies all the things that I'm supposed to blog about Christmas week.

You guys. This month is slaying me. Slowly but surely. Yesterday as I was finishing teaching a lesson, I suddenly couldn't even stand up.

(Because they need to eat EVERY day...apparently.)

Yesterday I did something that I never do.

I unpublished a post.

Did I regret what I said? Did I take it back?

I've said it before, but I

love

to read.