We didn't have cups of hot chocolate or sing carols around the tree.
We didn't hold hands or bask in the glow of the lights as a family.
In fact, we didn't even decorate it all together.
Taylor brought it down from the attic herself the morning after Thanksgiving.
She begged me to get the boxes of decor down from the attic until I finally snapped and told Sedric to get the boxes down.
He had to work (from home), and I was tired and stressed after a rough day with the baby.
I folded some laundry while the kids organized the ornaments.
I nursed Franky to sleep while Warner said, "Let's do the tree nowwwww, Mom!" one thousand times.
I decided to take some pictures while they put the tree together; thinking that I would probably forget this Christmas all together during my sleep-deprived stupor.
It was amusing, to say the least.
And although I would have loved to have an amazing family day decorating the tree, the bills need to get paid and aren't going to pay themselves, and babies have no idea what patience is.
This is our life.
A bit chaotic and disorganized right now.
Busy and silly.
But I love this life of ours.