I’m not back yet. Not that I ever actually went anywhere.

The thing is, I have been in full-on Christmas mode (that’s code for marinated in Champagne and overdosed on rich foods), and I cannot seem to make the return to real life.

I’m trying. I really am.

Mark and I spent most of our day yesterday sorting through the rubble of paper, cardboard boxes, and those insanely irritating little twisty things that toy packagers seem to think are necessary (toy packaging is enough to make me lose my Christmas spirit). We managed to sort and put away all the toys and books in this house – a feat that deserves much praise. You can put your ooo’s and aaah’s in the comments.

And then, apparently, I checked out. I can’t seem to motivate myself into the rest of real life. Cleaning, blogging, cooking, mom-ing… that all seems so boring and ordinary compared to days of Merry Christmas! being shouted over the din of sugared up children and clinking glasses.

I have concluded that my theme for the end of 2010 may be reluctance. I was slow to warm up to the holiday spirit this year, and I’m taking my time letting go of the holidays, too. Maybe I’ll feel differently on January 2, when the kids are back in school and the holiday season is officially over. For now, though, the idea of going back to normal day-to-day hubbub is kind of off-putting.

In conclusion, I’ll be back in the swing of things soon. Just not today.

I wonder…

:: Are you glad when the holidays end? Or do you feel a bit sad about returning to the day-to-day?

:: Any advice for those of us who struggle with the transition from merriment to reality?

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