All Good Things. . .

If you read this blog regularly (hi Mom!), then you know that at this time last week I was struggling to deal with two children who were still overstimulated from Santa's visit, but also bored with being at home for a week. You'll be glad to know that we snapped out of that pretty quickly and had a glorious final four days of vacation. Tuesday night, I snuggled in bed with Connor and we both shed tears over our impending separation. I made Chip take the kids to school Wednesday so that I didn't have to deal with the heartbreak before entering the workplace, which was a good idea since Connor cried that morning as well. Chloe, on the other hand, was as happy to see her friends as she had been the day before to see her family. She's just happy these days. A happy girl with a lot to say.


Wednesday ended up okay, though, because Uncle Shannon and Aunt Carrie spent one last evening entertaining us, Grammy brought sushi, and Uncle Cullen stopped by as well. I was sad to bid the Millfills adieu, but kept trying to comfort myself with the idea that I'd see them again in February. I still got a little teary-eyed - two nights in a row!


The sun rose today on a totally normal, boring, non-holiday day. We went to work and school, we came home grumpy, no one joined us for dinner, which was sadly cooked at home rather than served out of take-out styrofoam, and now we find ourselves fighting to stay awake at 8:00 at night. The house is a wreck, and a few Christmas decorations linger here and there, but we'll deal with that over the weekend. Right now we're just going to have a drink, watch some football, read the books we got for Christmas, and sit. And try not to cry.