Hope the holiday season treated you well. I'm so sad its over and apparently that's the consensus in the house because Carsyn keeps asking if Christmas is over yet in the weepiest voice you could ever imagine.
Therefore its still Christmas here. And I might be typing this in the glow of my Christmas tree. Maybe.
That sucker will be coming down this week though.
I need a fresh start.
We always do a bit of traveling around the holidays and it never fails to leave me frazzled. Therefore I declare the week between Christmas and New Years the week we act as slovenly as possible. We stay in pjs. We play with toys. We nap. We eat frozen foods. Its glorious. We bake and eat our weight in chef mix. (Actually that's just me).
So come the first full week of January I'm ready to tackle projects and make plans.
Y'all know we moved back in the fall and I've just never felt settled here. Well, we closed on our old house in Paintsville and though and I cried and sang weepy country music the whole way there I walked out feeling much better.
The current homeowners were the sweetest couple with FOUR! children. Thoughts of our old happy home being filled with pitter patters and laughter makes my heart swell.
So I"m moving forward. Back to blogging more. Finding activities to do in the new town. Finding ballet classes for Carsyn and Karate classes for Hank. Finding friends. Just being optimistic and happy.