my own personal hell
Luca’s stocking. I think it’s slowly killing me.
I blame it on my Grandma. Years and years ago, she made everyone’s Christmas stockings, including yours truly’s. So of course, I make it my own personal undertaking to do the same for my kids and husband. I started when Claire was born and made hers and Matt’s all in a few months. Of course, I didn’t do it correctly and use the beads. This time, I thought, what the hay, I can do it! I’ll do it just the way it’s supposed to be done.
And OH.MY.GOD. I honestly think I’m slowly dying.
AND IT’S NOT EVEN FLIPPING DONE YET!!!
If you need me, I’ll be sitting at the dining room table stabbing myself with a needle unintentionally. Or is it?