It's been an orgy of work, sleep and family home for the holidays. Exhaustion reigned. An exhaustion so deep that I actually entertained the idea of going to church on Christmas Day so I could see my kids a little more! But I simply couldn't think of the proper outfit to wear. You know, an outfit that makes me look hot with just a touch of skank mixed with loving mother. (I doubt the proper outfit even exists.) I compromised by staying home with my eldest (fantastic heathen that he is) and he colored my hair while I sipped coffee.
I admit I reveled in the treats of the season. A co-worker's homemade truffles. Pie. Cinnamon rolls. All the damned fudge, toffee and cookies from the families my husband home teaches. (Wasn't it kind of them to give their insulin-dependant diabetic home teacher lots and lots of sugar? I ate it to protect him.) But I'm nipping that in the
How did you survive the holidays?