And today, after scavenging most of the Christmas balls from every room in the apartment, I reached my breaking point. I didn't yell and stomp my feet, or toss the whole tree off the balcony like I desperately wanted to. I also didn't go to bed to weep under the covers (which I also wanted to do). I very calmly put all the balls and snowflakes back on the tree. Out of baby reach.
freaking stupid festive does that look?