Christmas was great. Christmas was stressful, anxiety producing, mildly aggravating, wildly fun, and over much too quickly for the amount of angst it caused in my life.
That sounds like such a conundrum, doesn't it?
The two weeks leading up to Christmas were, quite probably, two of the most stress inducing weeks I've ever had in recent memory. My kids were all going in different directions for voice and instrument and productions and school and lessons, I do all of the Christmas for our entire family, including the decorating – although not the outdoors, my husband and son did that.
Thank goodness for that, because if it had been up to me, I would've stuck a sign in the front yard that said, "boycotting."
It seems for the last two weeks as I've done nothing but chase from one side to the other, putting out fire after fire after fire, and today –
I got up early, worked for five hours, cleaned up the house, put away all the Christmas stuff except for the tree, dusted and washed and did laundry and picked up some more,
And I decided to fill up the Jacuzzi bathtub we have upstairs to clean it. We never use it, I can't stand how dirty it gets, but my little girls adore it. And so every once in a while, I decide to clean it so that they can use it. I put the water on, and went downstairs,
And forgot I left the faucet running.
One. Hour. Later.
Thank God for overflow drains, thank God for towels that were conveniently placed all around, and thank God for my son, who asked me, "why do I keep hearing water running upstairs?"
I cleaned it all up, and realized that I was very very tired. So I decided to lay down, and the phone rang. And the doorbell rang. And one kid called me, and another kid called me, and then the phone rang again, and then there was a fight, and then the phone rang again, and another kid needed me, and someone's asthma was acting up and needed some medicine,
And after I got the medication squared away, I rolled over and went to sleep for an hour. It was that kind of drooly, dark deep sleep, the kind of sleep that when you wake up, you're completely disoriented and have no idea who you are or how you got to be there. And when I got up, I thought about everything I could do – and I decided to hell with it. Tonight, I'm making a salad, having some soup, a grown-up beverage, I'm going to bed at 8 PM.
Wall, meet me. You won. I'll be back tomorrow.