The 13th Day of Christmas Cleanout

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From October through December, the Amazon boxes arrived. Tiny ones holding games and books, and larger ones with Lego sets and bigger treasures. They were stashed in car trunks and the attic, or hidden in plain sight on the shelves of my closet. On Christmas Eve, while the children were at the movies, I gathered the packages into one place and began sorting, wrapping the gifts that were inside, and stacking the empty packing boxes to the side.
This week, as we recover from the holidays and prepare to get back to school, we are filling those boxes back up again

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I’m the 40-something-ish wife of my beloved Computer Guy. I’m the adoring and incredibly proud mom of nine children…two saints…seven in training. I’m my brothers’ sister and my parents’ daughter. I’m a devout Catholic, an avid political junkie, able debater, aspiring home-maker, amazing friend, and I make the meanest Chicken Fried Steak you’ll ever have the pleasure of eating. I’m a homeschooling guru, a writing addict, a sometimes public-speaker, and an advocate for staying true to the person God created you to be. I can’t live in a house with white walls, sing Billy Joel songs while I wash the dishes, will read anything you put in my hands, and am completely obsessed with rhinestones and cute shoes. I am just like moms the whole world over, and then some.

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