Flash-forward to now, and guess what? Our tree is already down and all the Christmas-y decorations have been put away until next year. As soon as Christmas ended, I was twitching--so ready to have my house back in order.
Dad, I get it now.
We had a wonderful holiday. Christmas Eve, unlike in years' past, was spent with close friends instead of family this year. (We had already celebrated with my parents the weekend before, and would celebrate Christmas Day with Hubby's family.)
Baby desperately wanted to dress up, while Middle and Eldest groaned and grumbled about having their (long and shaggy) hair combed and something other than sweatpants on their legs.
I think they all ended up looking pretty dapper, despite the Great Haircut Strike of 2012:
Christmas morning found us up and at 'em around the ass crack o' dawn. And about 10 minutes later, all that was left was the Christmas carnage of discarded boxes, wrapping paper and bows.
We celebrated that day with Hubby's side of the family and way way way too much food. Can you say food coma? As it should be.
I hope you enjoyed yours as well.
So here's to 2013 and my 40th year. Bring it on!