I feel like I’m coming down from a month long high (not that I’ve ever done that big of a bender, I’m just saying). First, we had Husband’s parents here for a long stay over Thanksgiving (and in to December). Then I went away to Boise to celebrate a dear friend’s birthday and to meet her newest addition (thanks Carrie!). Then it was preparation for all that is Christmas – the tree, the present hunting, the decorating, the planning. Now my parents have come and gone (fantastic visit, I must add…not to short, not too long). All the food has been cooked. The parties are over. The presents unwrapped. Now I’m left to clean it all up and get life back to normal.
In a strange way I’d love to live in the mess for a week longer. You know New Year’s is this weekend. That could me my excuse. But I know myself and this mess is gonna have to get cleaned up. I just want to relish that holiday feeling a bit longer. I love the magic of the season. I love seeing the kids get so excited and screaming with delight. Playing with cousins. The adults playing cards with each other. Setting aside our differences so that we can enjoy one another a bit more. These are precious times. So precious. I should have taken more pictures.
But now I’m left with literally a mountain of trash, wrappings, boxes and bows to go through (what to keep, what to throw away). And to fold two weeks of laundry that didn’t get done in all the mayhem and mania of the holiday season. All these great toys need to find a place to fit in and be put away. There are numerous toys that broke during the first round of playtime and things that didn’t fit that need to be returned. I need to face the harsh reality of the money that we spent.
So yes, I feel like I’m coming off the high and waking up with a bit of a head ache. I want to embrace the day with hope and happiness, but a touch of melancholy, the sober thoughtfulness that it is. I’ll be thinking of what this New Year will bring–the shape, color and intentions that I’ll be holding. I don’t typically go with resolutions, because I forget about them after 3 months anyway. So I try to think longer term. 2010 is just another mile in my marathon of a life, after all. I’ll be looking forward, but first I have to see what is right in front of me, the arduous task of cleaning up after the party.
Cheers friends! This is not my favorite thing to do, but it must be done. Save the champagne for me when it’s all over.
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