I was going to talk about something…and then I noticed the Gerald Butler pictures and completely forgot. Oh yeah, the aftermath.
For those of you who celebrate Christmas, especially those with children, you know of what I speak. The house is a disaster because we have all this new stuff that doesn't have a place yet. I keep hearing the thump-thump-thump of a new CD coming from somewhere upstairs. My refrigerator is near bursting with cookies and leftovers and junk food I never usually buy. The bills are piled, unopened in the corner because neither my husband or I have the courage to look at them yet. My teenagers have become vampires who sleep in until noon and play the new Wii until 3 AM. My cat is too exhausted to attack the tree anymore. I have no idea what day it is because I have this week off. I keep debating whether or not to keep the outside Christmas lights on anymore. Is there etiquette for that? And I'm going through serious UPS man withdrawal.
The aftermath. I feel like a deer in the head lights – "I know I should move off the road, but … I can't ... remember …. how …"
Anyway, I hope everyone is slowly but surely recovering from their Christmas hangover and getting geared up for New Year's. All the best to you and yours for 2008.