Oringally Published on LifetimeMoms on 12/11/12

That’s it.  I surrender.

I fully admit that I, Cara Lemieux, cannot possibly do it all this holiday season. I’m afraid that if I even try, I will lose sight of the joy this time of year is supposed to bring into my heart and my home.  I can’t.  I just can’t.

Let me just explain to you what my world looks like right now…

I just celebrated my daughter’s second birthday with 20 of our closest friends, and 12 hours later my daughter developed a fever of 103, which coincided with the roll out of a project I have been working on for the past 2 months (of course it did).  When I received a text from Ellie’s sitter telling me how high her fever was, I ran home to put her in a cool bath, gave her popsicles and some over the counter fever reliever, snuggled with her on the couch, got her fever down to a reasonable 100.1, put her down for a nap, and ran back into the office.

Because of this sequence of events, there are dishes piled up in the sink, clothes strewn about the apartment, scripts from my project laying on the living room floor, a Christmas gift list that has been untouched, and a bank account hovering dangerously close t0 zero…and I decided THAT IS IT.  SOMETHING HAS GOT TO GIVE.  And this year – it will be the holiday card.

You don’t really want my holiday card anyway – right?  I know, I know, I have a very lovely daughter, and I certainly enjoy sharing her with the world, but if you are that interested, you can visit one of my two Facebook pages, my personal blog or read up on Lifetime Moms.  (Between you and I, we may be approaching over-exposure as it is.)

AND my child is two. T-W-O…which means she runs around in circles and falls off of step stools and slams doors – and finding a moment in time when she doesn’t have a runny nose or isn’t marked with a bruise or a cut on her face is really, REALLY difficult. You don’t really want a picture of my bruised toddler on your fridge – do you?  Or worse yet, you don’t want me to fix up the photo (like I do to the “number 11” looking lines between my eyes) and therefore falsify the photo…I mean who wants anything other than something genuine to mark the holiday season?

AND I have no idea what your mailing address is.  I email you and text you all day long, and sometimes I show up at your house or apartment, but seriously, I have no idea where you live.  And I don’t have time to try and figure it out – therefore, no airbrushed photo of me and Ellie on nice paper for you.

Speaking of that really nice paper -  that sh*t is expensive.  Really, it was between sending out holiday love notes to 150 of my closest friends and family, and throwing my daughter a small second birthday celebration, and I chose the latter because frankly – that is what is more important.

So Merry Christmas to ME – I am not sending out holiday cards!  Oh, and Merry Christmas to you too – don’t feel obligated to track me down and send one to me!

Love,

The Lemieux Family