Our race started out as a long distance event, but has recently began to feel like a sprint. Er, well, Christmas is sprinting, I on the other hand feel like I'm running a three legged race with one ankle bound to a toddler.
Add to this the many, many, events and commitments of my teen daughters during this season and I find myself with every weekend and most days in between filled to capacity.
I love the Christmas sprint, and in the past I've been in fighting shape by the first of December. I shop for gifts all year round, our home is usually festooned in all things Christmas a few days after Thanksgiving and my Christmas cards are ready to go.
BUT, (yes it's a big but) this year my Christmas decorations and nativities are still in the basement, packed away next to my Christmas spirit.
Primo's case is limping along as we are now in the middle of the 6 month wait for his second TPR trial. Everyone involved in his case is tired and cranky right now, myself included. We have now entered the third year of this case.
The terrible twos have fully asserted themselves, I know, I know, the threes may prove to be more trying, but believe me the twos are in full raging force right now! Many days that feel like one long tantrum.
In the midst of all of this I'm still searching the basement for my Christmas spirit. I know I'll find it eventually, I just wish it didn't feel so heavy this year.