...is frightful. Not, of course, anything like Seattle is getting, but icky, nonetheless.
It is icing now. Freezing rain. One of my LEAST FAVORITE kinds of weather. According to the weather man, it will warm up to regular rain and be in the 50s by tomorrow, but I'll believe it when I see it.
So, we are stuck inside today. We have some Christmas cards that should have been mailed yesterday and will now be late, but what can you do, really?
Tomorrow starts my vacation. For my entire life, the week between Christmas and New Year's Day has felt like vacation. Even when I was working, our office was closed during that week, so there was nothing to do but enjoy the holidays and family. My husband will be off this year for the whole week, and I'm really looking forward to it. We are blessed to have family very close, so we never have to travel far and rarely have to miss any holiday gatherings. I can't imagine what it would be like if we were geographically separated from family and had Christmas by ourselves. I'm sure my husband wouldn't mind as much, but I am energized by a week spent with my family. The kids, the noise, the chaos...that's what the holidays have always been for me. This year will be WAY less stressful than last year with a fussy and overstimulated baby. I'm ready. Bring it on!