It's Monday morning (hey, 11:20 can still be considered morning, lol), I'm sitting here in my jammies, got a hot cup of coffee going, and I'm in the process of downloading the newest version of iTunes on the computer so I can set up Ardan's new iPod (that he got from Gramma #1). I've kicked all the kids downstairs (not literally, of course!) so I can have some peace and quiet. Life is great.
I can happily say that, for me, the Christmas rush is now over and I can finally R-E-L-A-X. We've had a week of non-stop cleaning and cooking, visiting, presents, eating, visiting, more presents, and more eating. I resemble the huge turkey we had for Christmas dinner. My pants are tight (not that I'm wearing any, but I mean when I DO) and my house is a disaster. And you know what? I don't care!
Today is my designated day for just chillin' out. I've done a load of laundry and two loads of dishes, so I consider that my token cleaning for the day. I do have plans to "do" my room today, I'm actually looking forward to it. This last week, my room became the storage area for anything I didn't feel like putting away before company came over. I have three hampers of clean, folded clothes that need to be put away in my disaster of a closet. My dresser and Tyler's are covered with boxes and bags of presents we've gotten. Cleaning my bedroom is usually low on the priority totem pole, mainly because only us two see it and we don't care if its a mess.
There was one moment of mortification over the holidays when, on Christmas Eve day Mom and Trapper came over to help me wrap presents. Between the three of us, it took two hours but we got every last gift wrapped. It was awesome! Trapper and Mom, THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart. That was the first time EVER, in probably ten years, that I haven't been up till the wee hours of the morning, frantically wrapping gifts. It was such a relief! That is, until I said, "Wait, I have to show you guys something before you leave!" and ran to my closet to get the SS's (not gonna spell that one out for you in case one of the kids reads this). I went into my room, waded through the boxes and bags and hampers, etc on the floor, opened my closet, pulled out the stuff, turned around --- and there was Trapper! He'd followed me in to my room! ACK!
"What the hell are you doing in here!? Get out of my den of sin!" I squealed, totally mortified. He just laughed, "Its not so bad!" YEAH, RIGHT!
So yeah, we had a really great Christmas. I'm sure glad its over, though! Now I just have to get through this next week of the boys' vacation from school...
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