Today is the “Sunday After”. I am spending the day taking all of the Christmas decorations down and cleaning my house. Yes, cleaning and cleaning and cleaning my house. We had 12 over for a big Christmas dinner and that alone created a mess. Then, my sister and family arrived from New York and stayed Monday through Saturday. My sister has a two year old and a five year old. They clogged and overflowed the toilet, had a nose bleed that resembled Helter Skelter in my daughter’s bedroom, the youngest had a streaming cold and I believe touched every inch of the house with her hands after she had wiped her face. She eats on the go and pieces of bagel are in the family room and a half eaten cupcake in the bedroom. My sister was ill with a bad cold and every tissue and piece of toilet paper has been used up. The humidifier was put together incorrectly and created a small swamp. Just to add to the madness, my daughter woke up at 3am with an episode of projectile vomiting in my bathroom due to eating too many sweets and junk that day. So, yes. The Sunday After.
This is the true Christmas miracle. The fact that my family can create such utter chaos and yet I miss them deeply when they leave. Every hug, every kiss, every sticky hand holding mine is more than worth it. Watching the cousins play warms my heart. We actually had a blast exploring DC, going on walks, taking the kids to the movies (what is up with the ending of Into the Woods?) and even shopping at Ikea.
Off to clean and declutter and I am actually excited about it 🙂 Oh, Christmas joy!
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