My house is a mess.
The living room is no longer a living room, but a huge conglomeration of all different sizes of bedrooms. There are about twenty beds set up in there, ranging in size from little girl size all the way down to stuffed animal size. Each bed has its own bedside lamp too. And glass of water.
I’ve eaten so much food that I can’t tell what’s good and what’s not anymore. None of my clothes fit. But I just keep eating.
I do know that the food I had on Christmas Day was good though. Mmmmm. We went to our favorite new Greek restaurant down the street that has only been open for two weeks. They opened on Christmas Day just for us and our friends and fed us an incredible meal. I’m not even kidding. And I didn’t have to wash one dish.
We succeeded at getting one gift for each girl and that’s it. I can’t say the same for other people though. As you can see from the picture of the tree below, we have some wonderfully loving people in our lives who are excellent gift-givers.
I watched The Bourne Ultimatum, Hairspray, Stardust and The Nativity Story. All good. I lost a game of Monopoly that lasted two days and was queen for a round in Mao. I got to hear “Leslie is Queen” at least six times in six minutes, which is more satisfying than you can possibly imagine.
Although we had less family around this year than we have ever had, we are more surrounded by love than we have ever been. I am thankful and my heart is overwhelmed.
I just don’t care about the messy house right now.