Yep, Jelly! And I am not even hormonal.
While I love this season and all that it stands for, it is stressful. In the best years, people can get...touchy!
This season has just about done me in. You may have noticed that I have not totally adjusted to life with four kiddos and this year has been a blur of chasing baby out of trees, presents, ribbons, tape, you name it.
Top it off with him getting sick and the last couple of days have been rough. My baking day turned into a day of waiting for Dr. calls and half of it didn't get done. Errands went out the window and to do's have piled up again.
Today, we returned to the Dr. to find out that Tigercub is allergic to penicillin and that the medicine he has been on for a week has not helped a bit! So, add to that another trip to Walmart (two days before Christmas, UGH) and then home to a baby on three drugs with 103 degree temperature. I cannot move without him crying, he screams in the bed and I really can't remember a night with decent sleep.
And then, I called my Momma. I LOVE my momma! She was shopping. With my two sisters. 2,000 miles away from me. I want to be shopping with my mom and my sisters.
Needless to say, I have been on the edge. And then, my precious grandma sent a package. Full of homemade grape jelly. She sends it every year. It is delicious. And THAT did it. I sat there, unwrapping little jars of jelly, sobbing. Over jelly.
So, I have a post all about holiday baking (most of which didn't get done) in my head. I have a post about Tigercub and a just a various holiday happenings post. But I am not sure you will ever get to read them. At least not before Christmas. I may be busy. Crying. Over Jelly.