Perhaps the fact that I am eating breakfast at 4:20 p.m. and am completely sick of everything in my house is an indicator of the post-Christmas blues going on at our house. Or maybe the fact that despite getting new toys and books for Christmas, the girls cannot figure out what on earth to do with themselves without whining (and being sent to their rooms for the whining) is an indicator of the post-Christmas blues in my family. Or perhaps the fact that after doing basically nothing for the last 4 days, my dear husband, who went back to work today, wants to do nothing on his next day off, which is New Year’s Day, would confirm the diagnosis of post-Christmas blues at our house.
I’m overwhelmed by the sheer number of things I’d like to accomplish before the year is over. I’m overwhelmed by the many things I failed at this past year. I’m overwhelmed by the things I know I have to do in the year to come. I know there are things we did well and that we should be proud of, but this is a self-pity post, so I will save that for a later date. Ed’s overwhelmed just trying to figure out what he should accomplish, and I’m kind of tired of making him a list.
The girls are not overwhelmed by either the past OR the future, it seems. They are only overwhelmed by the present and not knowing what to do in a day that has no routine or schedule or special event planned for them. Okay, well, sometimes they’re overwhelmed by the past so much that they find it impossible to let go…using much of their whining today to whine about the fact that I am taking down the Christmas decorations and trying to throw away old broken ornaments that they have never seen or cared about before in their lives!
And now, in the blink of an eye, this day is gone. It was a dreadfully long day, each minute dragging on for what seemed like hours, and yet, here it is dark already and it is time to make dinner once again. How is it that even the dreadfully long days seem to fly by?