Back to the real world.

The days after Christmas can be depressing because you have to do such non-christmassy things that suck. Like go back to work, and clean up, and take down decorations, and shower. Of course, we have the bonus that Christmas occurs again for us on Friday. On the years LilZ is with his Dad on Christmas, MrZ and I figure out the best day following Christmas for us to celebrate it at our house. We just pick a day and then pretend like it’s December 25th. Santa comes that night, we get up early and do gifts, and we have everyone over for dinner that night. So for us? Friday is Christmas.

But until then? I have got GOBS of shit to do. NikkiZ has a checkup this morning. We also have to go grocery shopping (there is an echo in my fridge it is so empty) and we have to get the dogs from the kennel. All of this while still trying to catch up on washing all of the dirty clothes from our travel, changing the kitty litter, and maybe, if my family is lucky, I’ll work up the energy to shower today.

But I doubt it.

Holy shit. This entry is incredibly boring. I promise I have a good stories to come. I’ll give you one teaser. I ALMOST had a TERRIFYINGLY EMBARASSING moment involving me and a tampon rolling around on the floor.

Arent you curious about that? Good. My work here is done.