Oh, right.

Now I remember.
THIS is what I hate about Christmas:
New Year's.
I can hold it together and be happy on the 24th and 25th even if the kids are elsewhere. It's only 2 days. Totally do-able.
But then, there's two more days. Dec 31 and Jan 1.
Two more days that are traditionally family-and-fun-filled.
Two more days that follow right on the footsteps of those other two emotionally charged days.
How much can a woman take?

Kids left at noon today. (Well, not all of them. Clint wasn't ready. He left 2 hours later. Which caused a whole new level of worry... he's never done a solo road trip before. And for this first one, he took his not 4 wheel drived, not weighted down, pick up truck up the Coquihalla in the winter, for a 5 hour trip involving night time driving.)

Other than venturing out to meet my dad, mom, sister, bro-in-law and niece at the Spaghetti Factory for dinner, I've been in bed all day. With my laptop on my thighs, new ear phones strapped to my head and twenty pillows supporting my back, I've watched every deleted scene, every commentaried episode and every bloopered moment from the second season of The Office.

I'm counting on my John Krasinski crush to carry me through this holiday season.

And when that fails, I've got the first season of 24, the seventh season of West Wing and the first season of Prison Break all cued up and ready to roll.

I'm going be pasty white and bed-sore covered by the time I get to work next Tuesday...


Three things I'm thankful for:
1. If I ever get around to cleaning my house, it will stay that way for at least a week.
2. My writer's group is coming over tomorrow.
3. They all got to Sun Peaks safely.

Shalom,