Two weeks ago, I wrote about my love for Christmas — the joy, the chaos, the traditions, the laughter, the food, and yes … The Grinch (always The Grinch). And if we’re being honest, it was easy to love Christmas then. The lights were fresh, the music hadn’t worn out its welcome, and most of us were still pretending we weren’t tired. Now we’re deeper in. It’s Christmas Eve already! This is the part of the season where the shine dulls just enough for the truth to show up. Where

Did I mention I love Christmas? Because listen … when December hits, I turn into one of those people who hums carols in the checkout line and smiles at strangers like I’m starring in my own holiday movie. It’s bad. Or good ― it depends who you ask. But either way, I’m fully committed. And before anyone asks — yes, I also adore The Grinch. The original film, the remake, the animated one … all of them. The man was misunderstood, stressed out, and minding his business on his mou

Some days I swear I can feel the fatigue before I even open my eyes. Not the “I need a nap” kind — the deep, bone-level tired that comes from loving three children, a growing business, and a home that refuses to run on autopilot. I look at lil sonshine sleeping on my chest, listen to the chocolate babies arguing over who had the blue cup first, hear my phone buzzing with another task… and I think, So this is the new chapter. It’s strange, this season. Beautiful in the way onl