post christmas.

i'm a procrastinator at heart. i'm also a planner at heart. it's a never-ending battle.

i had our hand-made / home-made gifts (it's become tradition) all laid out in my head. planned. but it was the execution that stole my sleep. sometimes most times, i just don't think to incorporate "re-work" time. you know, because how often does the first go around actually turn out perfectly? or match up precisely with the directions on the crafty blog site you found? i'll save you the guessing. it rarely ever works out the first time. or even the second. and so i spent countless late night hours at my sewing machine (i learned to top stitch!). and even more blankly pacing the aisles of craft stores.

we did it though, with survivor man episodes or teen mom (don't judge.) playing in the background, well after our sweet bug was fast asleep. we widdled our fingers for endless hours, in and out of days until everyone's gift was as perfect as it could be. seriously felt like santa's elf ;)

and christmas eve and christmas day were so very very perfect. full of family, turkey with trimmings, thai dishes that made your face sweat, a late night church service, lit up eyes and expressions of disbelief, fires burning, matching pjs, homemade cookies, music humming, just an all around happiness that warmed you up from the inside.

it really is the best time of year.

i can still feel the buzz, there are toys littering our living room and colorful bags laying around the house waiting for us to unpack them. i can also feel my body slowly but surely wilting with exhaustion. i've got that 2:30 feeling that no snickers bar can cure. i'm day dreaming about my bed and planning out a weekend of NOTHING and ample naps! i love the holidays, and i wouldn't take back one minute of lost sleep or stretching my energy thin. it was worth every second. but now that it's post christmas, i'm am so overly excited to do nothing, no to-do lists, no places to go, no projects to complete, no presents to wrap. nope, nothing but snuggling, cuddling and napping. i'll even take it as far as not cleaning. those legos can stay there, that laundry can pile up, the tree and decorations can stay right where they are. yep. because this mama is pooped, so everything slides ;)