Christmas is officially over. Except for our neighbors who are STILL rockin' the Christmas lights. I hung on for a while there, excited we were still doing lights each night when I peeked to see if I should flip that switch, but it is now January 12th, time to pack it in.
It's by far my favorite time of year and I love decorating and all the to do. But after about 4 weeks I look around and feel stress and anger. There is stuff everywhere, pine needles in my socks, tinsel explosions, new toys with no "places," and a basic feeling that Christmas threw up all over our house.
I tried to think of what it is that really makes me love the holiday. Is it our family doing fun traditions together? Is it 80% of people's happier mood? Is it the Christmas songs? The movies? The lights? I think it's everything, so there is no way to duplicate it throughout the year.
But about halfway through the process I got angry and frustrated, since I didn't wait for my husband to get home to help, because when I get a project in my head I have to do it all right then. And in the end I didn't have to worry about being sad, or missing Christmas.
And I have one of my favorite corners of the house back!
I know, this post is lame and boring. Don't feel the need to comment. Just look at my pictures and move on.