Growing up, we always had holiday parties. My parents always made a point to welcome everyone over for holiday parties, birthdays, etc. My mom took a whole week prior to the event doing an extreme deep clean of the house. Washing walls, cabinets, baseboards & moldings, etc. Oh, and her decorating was ALWAYS on point. She was an interior decorator, so every room (whether we wanted it or not) was decorated. She had good taste, nothing was ever gaudy or over-decorated, so, for the most part, my dad, brother and I just rolled with it.
I have a hard time finishing my degree, which I’ve changed like 5 times since I initially started in 1999. Yes, really, that long ago! I quit after finding out I was pregnant with my oldest, went back, quit again when his bio-father walked out, went back after my youngest was born and I lost my job, quit again when my job wouldn’t accommodate to my school schedule. Fast forward to last year, my mom’s health declined. She made me promise to go back to school and give it one last try. She knows I’ve struggled and how much I wanted to at least get a degree. So I embarked on getting loans and what I owed paid off so I could start back.