It ain't over, till it's over...

And, it's over. Christmas break, that is. I have been in denial and mourning all day long.  Boooo, for us who have to go back to work tomorrow. What a way to start the New Year, huh?! I am however thankful very thankful, that I have a job to go back to, and that I have a job that gives me the opportunity to have 2 weeks off, to spend doing whatever I choose. In which I chose to catch up on sleep, and snuggle with my little man. I am sad that it has come to an end. So now, I will look forward to a 4 day weekend in a few weeks, and very much looking forward to Spring Break :)

Tonight we had the "last supper" at my parent's house. Emmy and Daniel will be leaving for Savannah in the morning. It was a great time, and a fantastic meal. I cherish these times, and look forward to going to Savannah in a few weeks to decorate the new place, and learn my way around. Since, it is my new 2nd home. It was a bittersweet time....we all sat around, and installed Skype on our cell phones, in case we wanted to video chat, and we weren't just plopped at home in front of the computer. And, of course the tears flowed, as we said our goodbyes, and I hurried out of the door, before the flood gates absolutely opened up, and we had to swim home.

On a lighter note, Owen refused to take a bath tonight, without his arsenal of dump trucks and tractors, in there with him, so needless to say, a 10 minute bath, turned into 45 minutes, because he had to play. Does he not understand, that we have to actually get up in the morning?? And up, as in up, get ready, put on clothes, and leave the house...not up, as in out of the bed, and into the den, still in pj's until noon (or, if I must confess...later)?! We have definitely gotten out of our routine, and I am realizing that as he sits here beside me at 9:00 pm, eating Doritos. (I am Mom of the Year, in case you missed the memo) I'm sure the morning, will be a disaster at this house. If you see me tomorrow, and my hair is in a whack, and my shoes don't match...just know, that I have lost all control over the past 2 weeks. Smile, and move on...I promise to regain control (at some point).

Say a prayer in the morning for safe travels for Emmy and Daniel, and for all of us pitiful souls who have to return to work! :)