– Yeah.
But whenever Monday comes (but whenever Monday comes), you can find me cryin’ all of the time.
4:45 came early this morning. No, no, my son slept through, because Murphy’s law states that on days when you have to get up at Ridiculous O’Clock to go to work at Ridiculous Early Morning Time Especially For Right After A Wonderful But Non-Relaxing Holiday Weekend, well, those will be the days that your sweet baby decides to sleep all night and morning. Who is this Murphy person and why haven’t we done something about him yet?
Despite our wretched commute (Bah! Curses on Thanksgiving traffic!), we had a wonderful holiday. Pictures forthcoming.
Our lucky charm Ellison also helped us win big over the University of South Carolina. She is a four leaf clover, rabbit’s foot, and horseshoe all rolled up into approximately 8ish pounds of pink-clad loveliness. We see her again super soon. Huzzah.
Jack is a dream that is a wish your heart makes, especially after 11 hours in a carseat and still giggling. I was never happier to see my front porch than at the end of yesterday’s drive, especially as we had stuffed the car to the gills with Christmas presents, and as such I had some under my feet, some tucked beside me, and some in my lap. Worth it, so that Jack has something to open on Christmas. Not that he knows the diffrence, but I do! Since we are Christmasing this year with Patrick’s family, we’re going to have to load all of this up again and take it down south. There will be 4 weeks in between times, though, during which period we can gaze adoringly at our sparkling shiny* pile of presents under our sparkling shiny tree, and dream of what is in them. The cat can scratch them up and the dog can lick them, and the tree can drip sap on them, so they’ll all get good mileage out of these wrapped gifts, too.
Patrick’s had some egg nog, I’ve turned on the Christmas music station, and (he doesn’t know this yet) the hub is about to be dragged out to the Christmas tree farm to purchase this year’s stunning Fraser fir. It’s officially Christmas, ya’ll. I’m 145 pounds today, and I vow not to check again until February 1.
*Sparkling, shiny, stepped on, rained on, crunched, and drooled on, that is.