Is it safe to come out yet?

Santa kicked my ass...hard.

All I remember is a flurry of boxes, bags, clothing, gift cards, toys, camouflage, and of course, cookies over the course of seven days.

Dylan's birthday was on the tail of Christmas, thus ensuring more chaos, boxes, bags, clothing, and birthday cake. To better culture my kids, we celebrated Kwanzaa and Hanukkah, coincidentally both on Dylan's birthday. Oy vey! What was I thinking?!

New Years Eve was spent with our friends and their closest 300 family and friends at their wedding. We had arranged for my mom to watch both kids overnight! Woot! We left the wedding early and raced home for the ball drop, only to walk in the door at 12:01 am. We were sleeping by 12:17 am. We woke up at 8:30 am. Eight blissful hours. I couldn't have had a better start to the new year.

Today I attempted to clear through the hardest hit areas of my house. I took a nap, and thought about working, but eventually decided to rest up for the Orange Bowl tonight. I promise to post again tomrorrow or Thursday. Until then, please mail all of your muscle relaxers to Sarah's Neck Fund. I'll send you a complementary cookie.