Major Sigh of Relief

By 9 tonight we’ll all be sitting in front of  the TV again and it'll be  as if those crazy endless weeks between Halloween and now never happened. Hard to imagine..Two little people slept over here the night before last so we were wakened at 5:30 yesterday – after being wakened at 3:00 when the smaller one climbed out of his crib and wordlessly presented himself at our bedside. “Oh God!” was all I could think, but before I could do anything David reached over, scooped him up and with one motion landed him in the open spot between the two of us where he made a little nest of his blankie, sighed happily and fell dead asleep.It was his big brother who woke at 5:00 but he was good. He waited til 5:30 to wake the rest of us. We really appreciated this since getting them to bed the night before had involved an unusually lovely combination of sobbing, cajoling and negotiating (we were the ones sobbing ha ha.)   That's why at almost midnight when it seemed like they might be at least temporarily 'down,' I got out the whipped cream that I had made to go with our dessert of strawberries and ladled some on top of more strawberries– pretty good! - then spooned some into a mug of hot milk laced with whiskey – even better! – then finally dug out a dusty bottle of Kahlua, added a few heavenly dollops of the peaky stuff, zapped the whole thing in the microwave and sat down next to the Christmas tree (still not exactly decorated) to read my book for an hour. I was afraid to actually go to bed; afraid of being waked by the little ones which of course I was anyway.But hey I did sleep in the end and in the morning the little ones left and the sun climbed and the sun sank and cooking began and wrapping ended and we finally finally finally got all the ornaments on the tree and now the holiday is almost over and I HOPE EVERYBODY OUT THERE HAS A WONDERFUL DAY OF IT. I myself am more than fine with facing the plain days ahead; with  standing in line at the pharmacy and laundering my dainty washables and thinking my own quiet thoughts.

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