We did our annual gingerbread house building tonight. I’ve learned that I have gingerbread control issues and I need my own house.

I’m not good at it, in fact it looks like a drunk toddler did my house, but I seem to need to tell the kids how to do theirs. So now I get my own

This year though, after my house falling apart 3 times and much swearing, the girl booted me out of my seat so she could fix things.

They may not be pretty, but we laughed so hard. It’s a great tradition. We need the laughs, it’s hard accepting mom isn’t here this year.