Little aside there before I launch off into the reality: Christmas is over.
You've probably already realized that, but my head's been stuck in the
I've been sitting here all week trying to maintain a perpetual state of holiday. Is that you reality? Uh, I'm not home *she says while eating just one last chocolate*. Suddenly work hit me like a brick between the eyes. You mean I can't go meander off all afternoon for lunch, cocktails, mindless shopping that produces bags of treasures I should be giving away but am keeping for myself? And don't even get me started on how I'm supposed to work my way out of needing an afternoon nap. After 2 full weeks of afternoon naps I'm a hot mess come 2pm when I can't lie down.
Oh Christmas, come back soon. *throws self on floor and bawls eyes out*
It was only yesterday:
Gifts wrapped carefully, placed gently beneath the tree.
Daily deliveries from the UPS man.
chocolate. all day long chocolate.
Christmas morning treats.
Impromptu mid-day margarita pitstops.
And glorious naps with the cat.
Where did it all go?