Post-Christmas Blues

So sad that Christmas is over. I keep wanting to listen to my Christmas songs I downloaded from iTunes, but somehow can't retain that holiday spirit to stick it out through two or three songs. Bummer. The magic of the season is gone.

I took the week before Christmas off, which was the best thing I could have done. I got so much accomplished and felt like a half-way decent mother who was able to stay home and clean, bake cookies, etc. Heck, even the dog was happy to see me around during the day. I was able to attend Erika's choir concert without feeling rushed and the house was clean enough to have Erika's grandmothers over for brownies afterwards (ok, the baked goods were actually store-bought, but whatever.)

Now our house is a mess with post-Christmas crap scattered everywhere. Our tree is drying up and spreading needles everywhere, poking me through my new socks from Santa when I step on them. Erika needs to go back to school. She calls me at work several times a day, telling me I need to bring home dinner from: Quiznos, Rafferty's, McDonalds, etc. - you name it - and that we need to go shopping at Target so she can get outfits for her new iDog.

I'm looking forward to New Year's Eve. Erika may be staying at a friend's house and Nels and I will likely be parked in front of the TV watching Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin' Eve. We're not an exciting couple, but hey, we have fun.

I'm sure our sad little tree will still be in our living room as we ring in the new year.