Whew

I'm tired. Take two birthdays in one month, add in the craziness of the holidays, some cocktail parties and required holiday schmoozing, and a strangely busy work world for December - and I'm beat. I'm overwhelmed. I'm just plain exhausted.

I love Christmas. I love the season - every last bit of it. But every year, I swear, I PROMISE, I will get more done ahead of time so I can relax and enjoy it. And every year, about a week out from Christmas, I want to wave a white flag of surrender. I give up. Christmas wins. Now can I go take a nap?


But today, I have a blizzard to thank for a return of a slice of my sanity. We were struck with a major snowstorm, stranding us at home with no where to go, no errands to run and no visits to make. The boys played (somewhat) cooperatively and nicely. We made cut out cookies. We all took naps. I read a book while Aidan snuggled next to me and read a book at my side. We giggled over Griffin's antics with a football. Brennan chased everyone round and round the house with his new remote control Batmobile. It was relaxing. It was stress free. It was a perfect Sunday for December.

I have to admit I am sort of hoping the snow stays put. At least for another day.