It's the day after Christmas and my son is a year and 3 months old.
I live with my mother-in-law but by February my family could be homeless because she's leaving town.
I might have to work, even though I don't want to, to help support my family.
Things aren't looking so great, but I'm keeping my chin up and leaving a small smile upon my face because who knows what's ahead?
On a happier note, my son has a WIDE vocabulary. He's so smart and adorable and so very very sweet. He loves giving kisses. It's absolutely adorable.
Also, My parents did the most amazing thing the day of and before Christmas. I was in the kitchen looking around for something when my dad goes "Hey Chey, are you gonna take your canning jars?" And I was startled as I said "No. I thought they were yours." And he says "Nope, they've always been yours." And it made me SOOOO happy that I wanted to leap for joy. I couldn't believe they were Actually
And to put icing on the cake! the next day, my mom is getting out her fine dishes (it's not china but maybe porcelain?) and I was standing next to her and she looks at me with a serious face as I'm cleaning off the high chair and all I'm thinking is 'Oh shit' but she comes out with rather simply "I was thinking about giving these to you." And for the second day I was startled and elated "What? Really?" And she said "yeah, I was thinking about who would really appreciate these most and I had two options you or your uncle and I thought you would be the best." And you have NO idea how much that meant to me. I love my moms fine dinner wear. They are white but the holders and everything is red and it's just so gorgeous. I can't wait until they are in my own cupboards and I can just be happy and admire them.