I love Christmas. It is truly my most favorite time of year. The carols, the decorations, the presents, the cookies, the, well, magic of it all is just compounded when you have children. But this year, kicked my behind a little bit. I think the holidays always can be a bit overwhelming, but this year overwhelming turned into nervous breakdown territory.
It was all a bit much for me. I still loved it, but I also hated it for a few minutes here and there. And I hate that I hated it, because more than anything, I want to soak it up, reveling in it. Looking back through this season, I realize much of what caused me to feel like it was too much was simply out of my control. I had a friend's wedding and friends visiting from out of town, friends' birthdays to celebrate, mandatory holiday events that just couldn't be missed. It was all good stuff, all things that were wonderfully fun, but sometimes even a whole lot of good can be too much good. And all that good pushed me to little sleep, resulting in my getting sick and hacking up a lung for a good two weeks.
But the aftermath of Christmas has been perfection. It is all I need right now. We have had endless days of pajamas, reading books and watching movies. There has been no pressure to go anywhere or be anywhere but here. Simple.
This Christmas, my favorite part of the holidays may not have been the holidays, but the end of the holidays, the days of laziness greeting us after all the hustle and bustle.
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