And so it begins...

Another hectic holiday season filled with Christmas trees, mistletoe, and growing credit card bills. I love it.

We had a great Thanksgiving visiting with family, and aside from the two and half year old meltdowns, I think Jack enjoyed it too. This was the first holiday we've spent with family in four years. Lots of commotion, food, beer, and a puppy thrown in for some extra excitement. I'm not sure I've ever seen my child as overstimulated as he was, but as we were leaving he sat in the back of the car begging for "more", so it couldn't have been a bad thing.

It's obvious he hasn't inherited his father's (or mine, for that matter) anti-social gene. Okay. Maybe anti-social is a bit harsh. Layed back might be more accurate.

Anyway, we reached a few milestones over our little holiday trip. Jack slept in a "big boy" bed all by himself for the first time and didn't fall out. In fact, I'm pretty sure he didn't even move, which is a good sign considering he'll be moving into his own after Christmas.

I also discovered that traveling in the passenger seat at night, in the dark, is not nearly as stressful for me as it is in the daylight hours. I'm not sure why, but there wasn't even a hint of anxiety, and I don't think I slammed on my make believe brakes even once.

Lastly, I learned that I don't really need a vacation per se, I just need to stay in a nice hotel for a couple of days here and there. I could seriously drive 10 miles down the road, book a room and just hang out and never leave the hotel. Think about it. I never have to make the bed, or clean up. I take a shower, throw my towel on the floor, and while I'm downstairs using the hotels free internet access, the towel fairy replaced the used ones with new ones. And room service. What's not to like about room service. I don't think Jack's daddy thought it was as enjoyable, but then again, he gets all this stuff done for him at home anyway. For me, it was like having a wife.

Anyway. End of one Holiday. Beginning of another. I'm tired. To give you an idea of how tired I actually am...last night I asked Jack's daddy if the broom was in the garage. Not an entirely stupid guestion...until I tell you, we don't have a garage. Yeah. In two days I've managed to get the tree and Christmas decoration up (minus the outside lights which will be next weekend), and get all of my sons shopping out of the way. I'll admit I had some help from my good friend, the internet, where the shopping was concerned. Still more to do, but I'm betting I can knock it all out in one more trip. Two at the most. And then they'll be nothing left to do but sit back, put my feet up, and suck down some rum and eggnogg until the big day.

I would like to see a little snow, though. Yes, I said it. But I also said "a little"...so, Snow Fairy, if you're listening...."a little...a fucking little. That does not mean three feet..got it?" We've actually been too warm for snow over the past few days. I tell you, this global warming thing is doing wonders for the New England weather.

Pictures are coming. Over and out.