I don’t always remember what kind of craft I made for Christmas over the years, but I do remember when I became a craft casualty.
Everything was going smoothly until…….
Take this as a warning. Don’t get too confident when using a sharp knife. If you do, nasty things can happen.
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1982 was the first year we let three of our children decorate our Christmas tree–Rachel was still a baby so she didn’t get in on the fun.
Bob and I left the living room while they worked. It was better not to see who was climbing where.
Good memories I’m happy to share with you
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Today my column is about a frantic mother trying to figure out how to get Christmas together for her four children.
Home delivery wasn’t an option in 1982, nor was sending greetings over the Internet.
This is my account of Christmas preparations in that distant year.
Somehow things got pulled together. As I pulled out my hair, gifts made it under the tree. Thank goodness Santa made it to our house on time.
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Only three children but our house was filled with cheer and noise in 1980.
Today I’m remembering when I was a frazzled mother. I thought those days would never end. They have and now I appreciate those crazy days when I wanted to pull out my hair.
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In past readings, I told about having the kids down with chickenpox for Christmas. Today it is an ordinary cold, but for little Russell.
Even if I didn’t catch any of the colds our children had, I continued to suffer. I had to take care of everyone and of course, I worried that the cold would turn into something worse.
This column retells the wrestling matches I had trying to get cold medicine down Russell’s throat. Let me say, it wasn’t easy.
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