|I also managed to purge the playroom and my three massive & overflowing recipe binders!|
By 3:30a.m. Christmas morn’ I had lost all hope for dancing sugar plum fairies in my head, and dragged myself downstairs. Thank God the Handsome Husband heard me bumping around downstairs, put on his shiny armor, and came to my aid. With his gallant help, we saved Weeksworld’s Christmas, and even squeezed in a power nap before the Baron of Boredom and Master of Mischief woke us as they raced downstairs.
Ringin’ in the New Year
Still voiceless and dragging my sorry elf ass, I managed to organize my troops for not one, but two, treks north to ski with friends in VT & NH. Everyone one had a ball — kids ages two to 10 and they all got along great (no tantrums or skirmishes, except between siblings) and super skiing (both the boys conquered new, more difficult terrain).
We arrived home late New Year’s Day, tossed suitcases and ski bags in a pile on the kitchen floor and crawled up to bed.
Two Years of Blogging Bliss
So we’re back to where we started this “3-hour tour” (Thanks for stickin’ with me on this one!), with me sitting down in my little office on January 2nd to write this anniversary post.
24 months, 104 weeks, 188 posts — some savory, some sweet, some sophomoric, some shouting, some just plain silly.
But instead of blogging (reviewing, reminiscing, ruminating and resolving), I’ve spent too many days digging out from under the post-sickly, post-Holiday mountain of vacationing laundry, chores, piles of mail, 100’s of emails and de-Christmasing Weeksworld all while trying to keep up with the usual routine of chores, errands, cooking, play dates & chauffeuring.
Everytime I sat down to finish this post I either ran out of time, or the right words remained elusive, or I just couldn’t settle my mind to the task.
I realized a few months ago that I was working feverishly at too much stuff I didn’t really care all that much about and losing touch with what was most important to me. My ADD had shifted into overload, I was running around in circles, not accomplishing much of anything, feeling defeated, and my poor family got dragged along or left behind.
No more, I said! I’ve spent the last few months stripping away what wasn’t important, saying “no” to most everything, focusing on making time for those I love, and fighting the urge to lay any guilt trips on myself for not doing & accomplishing more.
It took 2+ weeks for me to finally dig myself out of the holiday hole, but when I still didn’t have anything much to write I skipped the usual guilt trip and gave myself permission to do as I pleased.
Now the freezer is stocked with batches of Minestrone, Super-Veggie Beef Stew & Manicotti, and my knitting needles are stichin’ away once again!
I’m not sure how the next few weeks of blogging will unfold, but I’m looking forward to treading a little water and seeing where the tides take me. Hope y’all come along for the ride.
Thanks, it feels great to be blogging again!
So good, and I especially love the metaphor of holidays as terrorists. Subversive and awesome! She is BACK!
Subversive…I love it!