The thing was, I really kind of needed a present that year. Huge Christmas shopping bills and staring down the throat of what sounded like a luxoriously long maternity leave...a long, unpaid maternity leave. As I tallied up all the things I'd rather have gotten for Christmas, all the things I'd like to spend money on while I was home, it all just seemed a little dire.
And yes, you can hate me for writing this crap. I had two healthy kids, a house a lovely part of the city, a wonderful husband, and a gift for losing baby weight at a celebrity-like speed. So this all just makes me sound inane and materialistic. But, then, weren't all a little inane and materialistic back in '08?
My husband, who had lived through a revolution and a war and rationing of all kinds of things had little tolerance for my suffering. So I went to my brother, the management consultant. Drawing the line at anything that involved throwing a party at which my friends would feel like they needed to buy something useless(someone's crappy homemade jewelry, Arbonne skin care, Tupperware, god-forbid the Pampered Chef)I took up his suggestion to start a blog.
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