I Failed
I was so busy yesterday that I didn't have a minute to sit down at the computer. It didn't even enter my mind. I feel like such a failure. I haven't been journaling about snakes every day like I'm supposed to either. Now that I finally feel almost well, all I've been doing is work, work, work. I'm wrapping gifts. I'm baking cookies. I'm cleaning the house.
Today, the first festivities begin with John's family. I have a couple more things to wrap for that, and then it will be wrap-fest after the kids go to bed, because I only wrapped two each of their presents.
This is an exciting night for me, even though I end up exhausted. I'm no different than when I was a kid, except now it's not me waking up early to open gifts but to watch my kids open gifts. I woke up before they did last year. My two are late sleepers through and through. Even I, the notorious night owl, was way too excited to sleep past 6 AM when I was a kid. I don't know how they do it. Maybe I better just keep quiet, or I'll end up waking up to a knock on my door before the sun rises.
Now that I somewhat redeemed myself, I have to get back to work. I feel guilty sitting here when there are things to do.
Decluttering is on Christmas vacation.
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