I did it. Another year of spending, wrapping, baking, cooking, cleaning, hostessing, discussing, and cussing. Done. And I have 364 days to recharge my battery before it starts all over again.
Don't think I'm complaining - I'm really not. But you can't have Christmas without "mas", which in my language means mucho, much, a lot. It's just too much...too much stuff, too much to do, too much food, too much coordination, too much scheduling. A girl can lose her mind. I almost did.
But it was a pleasant holiday. The girls are finally old enough to enjoy Christmas like little girls should. And we are lucky to enjoy it through their eyes.
Which is good, because nearly a week later, mine are still red and weary.
Adios, 2010. See you next year.
