I saw someone's Christmas card picture. Perfect smiles, perfect house, perfect outfits. Then I looked around at the disaster zone that is my living room. Legos. Crumbs. A half-eaten apple. Chris says I shouldn't compare, but it's like...they're living in a different dimension. A dimension where kids don't smear yogurt on the walls and husbands actually unload the dishwasher. I know it's all fake. I know it's just a highlight reel. But god, it's a pretty highlight reel. and mine is just a never-ending blooper. I hate winter. I hate the cold. I hate the way the darkness settles in my bones and makes everything feel heavier. Like I'm wading through molasses and I can't remember why I started walking in the first place.