It was only shortly after the pumpkins were pulled from the shelves that I started hearing commercials for Christmas. The Holiday hub-bub seems to come earlier and earlier each year. Last year, I managed to put a snowman on the porch and buy a skinny little tree for the corner of our eat-in kitchen. This year hasn't gotten much grander. There are lights strewn across the length of the porch, both outside and inside. My ex dropped off the wooden red-nosed reindeer and hand-painted Christmas tree made by my parents. Those are sacred family heirlooms not to be left behind! So, in effect, the decorations are slowly accumulating for the season in this 60-year-old house that I'm renting.
I've been in and out of bed the last two days. After returning from a short vacation with the kids, I'm dealing with a scratchy throat and low energy. Tis the season. It would be a "bad mom" kind of thing to say that I am glad I don't have the children this weekend; they are with their dad. As much as it sounds like a some ungrateful mother, I am actually looking out for their best interests. They've just spent four days with me on a cruise ship, and I'm feeling blessed to have a little downtime to recharge my batteries. Otherwise, I they'd think I am truly the Grinch.
So I'll just lie here and listen to the new Coldplay album.....maybe toss another throat lozenge back for a try at numbing my throat pain. Daze.
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