I’ve been in the giggling spirit. Laughing out loud about the silliest things. It’s not that I’m deliriously happy. I’m thankful – joyful – peaceful – all these things, yes. But maybe the giggling is my way of giving into the knowledge I can’t possibly get it all done.
The gifts, the food, the decorating, the laundry.
A friend of mine recently confessed to having unfolded laundry perpetually piled up around her house. Small lumps of laundry outside the door of each of her children’s bedrooms. I was thankful for her confession. It made me feel less of a failure for my own laundry shortcomings. I had five piles around my house on Monday. And lately, I manage to get mine folded, but then it piles up at the bottom of my bed before I can get it put away, and ends up falling on the floor – and coming unfolded again.
And while we’re confessing, here’s mine for today. I didn’t shower. My shirt wasn’t clean. And I left dirty dishes in the sink. But we had a wonderful time caroling with friends and the kids. And I found a couple more fun cookie recipes to try. And vacation starts Friday at 11:35pm.
There, see. I’m giggling again. Merry Christmas.