If this is one of our most bestest Christmases ever, why am I unable to get off the couch?  Granted, it is a new couch.  Soft and sinky and big enough for two without having to smell each other’s feet.  However, big, soft, sinky couch aside, the afternoons render me almost completely useless.  Sure, I’ll hang with the kids, play games, even read some, as long as I am prone and warm, and an activity doesn’t require otherwise, I’m in.  Bear in mind that each of these activities is punctuated by brief, albeit heavenly, dozes. A new subscription to digital cable- hundreds of channels, movies (yes, some good ones) all day, hasn’t helped.  While I have managed to not neglect the kids, the same can’t be said for the HoneyBear.  My dog hasn’t been walked in… many, many days.  I won’t let her make me feel guilty.  Yeah, right.

Imagine in taupe with only chaise and loveseat… not a full sectional.  It’s not this canvas, but a soft, snuggly chenille-ey sort of stuff; bright burgudy, purple and teal cushions for some pop along with pretty bright, burgundy and teal throws and my fave, somewhat worn, burgundy down comfy-ter…  mmmmmmm.

Anyways, I digress… So, while I didn’t give it too much thought in those days before and after Christmas, now I’m starting to worry.

Perhaps it’s these overcast, dreary days.  Maybe it’s that I have no plans, immediate or otherwise for earning any money (Gazette bits, aside).  Perhaps it’s this decision to homeschool and the responsibility of taking on not only the feeding, watering, clothing and comfort of this little person, but also preparing him academically for the demands of life and all of it’s challenges. 

Or is it simply the overwhelmedness that comes with the impending New Year and all of the new expectations that we attach to this annual changing of the guard, rebirth, reawakening?  Somehow from this one last day of a month to the first day of the next, as we move from December to January, there is to be a renewed, dare I say, inspired, sense of one’s life and also one’s purpose.  Oh, God…

I’ve recently become a dedicated convert of the concept of surrender, but could I possibly be misinterpreting this process? 

Or, maybe it’s just simply a constant diet of wine, meat, cheese and cookies over the past two weeks that’s done it?

I have the world by the tail, or is it my oyster?  Seize the day!  Get some friggin’ perspective!  At least just get off the effing sofa… and go eat a carrot, for chris’sake!

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