We've had a busy couple of years. 2015, the year of health crises (or the year of the transplant). 2016, the year of recovery (because even though I bounced back from surgery well, it took awhile for things to get back to normal. Heck, our office is still not recovered with the mess in there. ;) ) So of course, I had to go big with 2017, and it became the year of change.
For a variety of reasons, personal and educational-focused, I chose to remove the kids from their private Catholic school and switch them to public. While this is a big deal to the kids (new school, new friends), you'd think it wouldn't be that big of deal for me. But it is. I attended the same school 100 years ago. I grew up in the parish. I received the sacraments from Baptism to Marriage there. It's my home.
But when you are me, and you pull from private to public, but still want your kids to have a Catholic education and be confirmed when they are older, you need to find a religious education (R…
Due to Keira's extreme fear of being near Santa, we skipped the traditional Breakfasts with Santa in the area. Instead, we headed over to my parents' house on Saturday to have donuts and see Santa... from afar.
I have been wanting a new work bag for, well, ever. In fact, I told Keith recently that I really wanted the Thirty-One Cindy tote, but couldn't justify the price at this time. He mentioned that since I had been complaining about this for well over two years, I could use part of our tax refund to get a bag for myself. I was super excited, but wanted to make sure it was going to be money well spent.
I emailed my wonderful friend, MB, who confirmed that yes, the Cindy tote was a great bag, and..... there was a great deal going on this month as well!
*Please excuse the cell phone pictures, our computer is still broken and I (meaning Keith and the mess that his desk) still cannot find the camera cord.
Isn't it pretty? And no, I swear I did not hug the bag out of happiness when I first took it out of the box.
The inside has one zippered pocket,
as well as three deep open pockets.
There is nothing I like more than a bag with lots of pockets.