I am slowly emerging from a congested fog. Miss A and I spent the better part of this week on the couch reading books and watching way too many consecutive episodes of The Backyardigans. My house is a complete disaster, I haven't vacuumed in days, it has been even longer since I dusted, and I will get to the accumulated laundry as soon as I can find the machine, which, I believe, is under the pile of whites.
I did manage to get my holiday cards to the printer last night, thanks to a desperately impromptu after-school photo shoot, during which the dog misbehaved and the girls refused to smile at the same time in any single shot. Don't even ask me when I think I am going to have time to actually retrieve the completed cards, let alone address and send them. If you usually get a card from us, we didn't forget you, I promise it's coming, it just may not arrive before February.
But, I digress...
Yes, my house is a mess. Yes, my cards will be
late later than I want them to be usual. Yes, my "to do" list is about five, full sized, notebook pages, front and back, long. Yes, the dog just vomited on my laundry room floor (and, yes, he just ate it before I could get the paper towels). Yes, my Christmas CD's appear to be missing. Yes, all of our decorations remain in a bin in the basement. Yes, I had to cancel my hair appointment earlier this week because I was too sick to go, and, yes, that means I will be attending a holiday party tomorrow night looking like an overgrown skunk.
But, dang nabbit, people, if that photo shoot didn't make me smile.