A Pledge

I’ve decided that for the remainder of Advent, if I know what’s good for me, I should stay off Pinterest and every other design blog for that matter. As if there’s not enough pressure to shop for gifts (family, friends, teachers, children, spouse), wrap them, attend parties, mail the obligatory Christmas cards, prepare for the school parties, send in supplies, etc….. we now have to look at the beautifully decorated and crafty Christmas-y homes and crafts that permeate the online community.  Garrett, you are such a Bah-hum-bug-er.

I know, I know, they’re ‘staged’ and not real-life but that doesn’t keep my heart from palpitating when I look outside our garland-less front door to our half strung Christmas lights thrown brightly over the one bush- the remaining lights shining in an heaping pile on our front porch.  Still.

There are two boxes of Christmas decorating sitting in my garage waiting for me to hang around our home. Still.

There are gifts shoved under my bed patiently waiting for the gold and creme themed paper that I managed to buy at Home Goods, but instead sits in my wrapping closet. Still.

ABC Family’s 25 Days of Christmas has wonderful Christmas shows that I need to go through to record for the kids. Still.

And for the past 20 minutes I’ve been telling myself that I need to log off so I can take my fanny into my girl’s room and do our Advent devotions together. Now this one, I am gonna do.

In the meantime, I best stay off the internet, as much as I love The Nester and Life In Grace, I need to do some nesting and appreciate the Grace around my home before I go lookin’ elsewhere and getting my heart a thumping thinking of all I need to do. Because at the end of the day, all I need is my healthy babies under one roof, my man beside me and a little ol’ fashioned Christmas carols to make my heart happy and remind me what this crazy season is all about.

This guy has been home with fever for the past two days- when his Daddy wasn’t looking I dressed him in a Christmas Jon Jon. Raynes took that as an opportunity to make his sisters laugh by trying to walk in my boots. The family clown.