Christmas was coming and my...
Christmas was coming and my stress level was so high that I felt as if I was going to lose it completely. I wasn't even close to being ready for that one day when I wanted everything to be perfect. I still had to write the yearly family letter to send with the Christmas cards that still had to be bought. I hadn't bought or wrapped a single gift. I'd only made one batch of cookies, and they had been eaten within two days. The house looked like a high wind had blown through it leaving piles of newspapers, magazines, sales flyers, dirty clothes, and dust in its wake.