I was outside last night with SO walking the dog when it hit me. This is my life. I am going to marry this man, raise his children and still focus on my career. I am settled, happy and for the most part my life is exactly what I want it to be. Then I started to cry. I couldn't help myself. Tears were streaming down my face as my darling SO was walking MY dog through huge snow drifts because he didn't want me to have to do it. What the hell have I gotten myself into?

We spent the weekend with my family. They love the skids so it is very stress free when we go there. There was a little incident where SD9 was running in the house and broke a marble circle table top. No big deal to me or my parents but she was just beside herself and SO was mortified. Other than that the kids were excellent, very grateful and very happy the whole time. They have cousins (my nephews) who are the same age so they have lots of time to play and it's nice for my nephews to have a whole new set of kids to play with (besides each other).

I am feeling even more down now than I was this morning. I am by no means a poet, but here is my one attempt at humor today:

Ode to a BM

It's called portable north pole. It's an online site and you fill out a questionnaire, upload a photo and Santa sends your kid an email video. We did it for the skids and last night let them watch them. It was the freaking cutest thing ever and I had tears in my eyes at SS4. He was so excited when Santa announced he was on the good list for picking up his toys. SD9 thought it was live streaming so she kept answering his questions, which was too darn cute for words and SD6 said "I knew it!" when he said she would be getting a fun gift for Christmas that she can play dress up with.