I'm tired. Maybe it's just post-holiday let down. Maybe it's the tremendous amount of sugar I consumed. I'm sad to see Christmas vacation come to an end and the boys head off to school in the cold. I'm ready, though, for life to resume some state of normalcy, to gain a handle on the holiday explosion that has occurred here (our kitchen table is currently home to 3 huge lego creations, the tree is still up, and there are a number of Christmas items that either need packing away or to find homes). I need to track down two 2009 calendars that Grandma Honey gifted the kids so that we are up to date, LOL.
I would drink some caffeine, but I fear that would mean Reagan wouldn't go to sleep come bedtime.
Sadly, I have slacked horribly in acknowledging Ben's 40th birthday (I organized a surprise road trip with him, his brothers, and his brothers-in-law for the 27th, but by the time his actual birthday was here, on the 29th, we didn't do much, having just returned the night before from St. Joe. Ben worked all day, told me he didn't want a cake or anything sweet, and came home to a mess of a house). Pretty sad.
Now, I am struggling with Reagan's birthday. I may not be remembering right, but we always felt like Jeremy got the short end of the stick when it came to birthdays. It was always bitter cold, we were always, it seemed, snowed in about then. Mom and Dad always seemed a little sad that his birthday wasn't more special. Maybe that's me putting my own emotions in there now. I'm not much worried at the moment, but for future years. Reagan's birthday is one day after Jeremy's. Since she's only turning two now, she'll hardly know the difference. But January 11 is hardly the time to bet on whether folks could come up for a party to celebrate with us, or whether we could travel to celebrate with them. Add to that my current state of burnout. I am ever so thankful I picked up a birthday gift for her during our Christmas shopping. We have been chatting about getting together with the Dills this weekend, where birthdays are currently abounding--Jeremy on the 10th, Reagan and Nora on the 11th, and Marlene on the 13th--but according to the weatherman, an "arctic blast" is scheduled for this weekend. I don't know if that means tons of snow or just cold, but I know, no matter what, we'll still have a good time. Even if we're snowed in, we can just turn up the tunes and have a dance party with our little birthday girl.
In other news, I got an email the Friday before Christmas break letting me know that enrollment was much lower than they had expected and my class was cancelled. So, no online teaching this term. I am told I will get first dibs on a class after full-time employees in March.
In the meantime, I hope to focus my energy on our household and family...that is, once I find my energy, LOL.
I have been getting some things done, and I've been spending a bit of time reviewing the seed catalogs and thinking about what we want to do garden-wise this spring. I have to talk to Ben, too, and think about how much we really want to deal with. I have problems with going into a nursery (or seed catalog) and wanting everything I see.