The first few days of this vacation were lovely in the laziest of ways.
I wore the same pajamas for 48 consecutive hours without shame.
I sat on the floor and played with the littles without ever feeling like there was something else I needed to be doing.
And when they slept I played with my own new toys.
Excuse the bedhead...I would love to wake up with Super Model hair, but there isn't an app for that ;)
Our holiday food traditions include shepard pie on Christmas Eve, egg casserole on Christmas morning and roasted pork and veggies for dinner. This leaves us with tons of reheatable leftovers making the need to cook for several days obsolete.
Lazy! Lazy! Lazy!
And then the leftovers ran out and my pajamas threatened to start walking on their own and I had to give up the lovely lazy ways and that's when the real holiday chaos started.
I mentioned that the tree came down on 12/26 and that the holidays always leave me feeling the need to declutter and reorganize.
And oh, how I've done just that.
I'm playing beat the clock.
As in...beat the trash truck on Thursday.
As in...beat the tax benefit deadline of 12/31 by donating 6 large boxes and counting.
As in...beat the arrival of my mom and dad on Friday so that my uber-organized and clutter-hating mother doesn't need to feel that she has failed me as a parent when she sees the content of every cupboard and closet sprawled about.
It turns out, Santa could have easily skipped landing on our roof because my son is thrilled to be entertaining himself with whatever I am finding in the nooks and crannies of our home.
And on that note, I probably should log off and continue to face the mess I've been making while "cleaning." I do this a few times a year and am truly baffled by the fact that there is more stuff to donate, trash or recycle.