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A Holiday Letter to the Working Mother Whose Husband Travels

I forgot to move the elf (again), the light-up snowflake fell off the top of the house and the living room looks like a toy factory for Santa’s elves. I’ve unsuccessfully attempted to cook meatballs for the last two nights only to give in and order take-out.  I didn’t take out the garbage this morning because I forgot last night. I forgot last night because I was rocking my ninth-month old to sleep while my four-year-old continually crept in with requests every five or so minutes to either put cream on her ass or change the music on our Alexa. Her version of tip-toeing of course is much unlike an adult’s version and it is always accompanied by a loud and mischievous “shhhhh,” willing the baby to wake up so she can torture play with her some more.

What was I saying? Right. I forgot a lot of things this week. I printed out our Christmas card list that I had drummed up proudly. This year no family member would dare make fun of me for not sending out my cards! I’d send a card out to every…