That's the sound Kyle makes for Teddy when he wants him to calm down. It's a sort of pseudo-deep breathing technique. It doesn't work on our crazy mutt, mostly, but I'm trying it out for myself today.
We were traveling and/or visiting for five straight days -- and when we got home last night, we collapsed into useless heaps on the couch and watched Love Actually to kick off the Christmas season. We didn't do any decorating, even though I had every intention of busting out the holiday tunes and dusting off ye old fake tree as soon as possible. We didn't even unpack our luggage yet.
The truth is, I am SO TIRED. I want our Christmas to be full of twinkling lights and cinnamony smells, but first I have to take a few days and just recalibrate. I probably guzzled 20 cans of pop over the past five days and ate 10 pounds of potatoes and stuffing. My prescription for this week is simple: drink lots of water, eat lots of fruits and veggies, and get lots of sleep. I'm craving clementines so badly right now, I might have the shakes.
Oh, and in between all that healthy eating and napping, we're going to clean clean clean. Our pile of laundry has reached scary, college-kid-avoiding-the-laundromat proportions. Let's not even speak of the state of our kitchen. Having no garage and exactly one closet means there's a lot of excess stuff, and right now it's taken up residence in the guest bedroom/soon-to-be-nursery, which looks less like a charming haven for dimpled limbs and downy heads, and more like an episode of Hoarders.
I never did write a Thanksgiving post, huh? This year, more than any other, we have so much to be grateful for. Each other, our baby, our doggies, our families, our friends, and the roof over our heads at night. I'm lucky.
I also missed our 24-week Bunny update -- onward ho, to 25 weeks tomorrow! I have lots of Christmas cheer and glitter to spread, plus a heaping helping of good, old-fashioned, homespun love. I adore this time of year. But just give me a few more days to catch my breath and put myself into a properly festive state of mind. No one likes a bedraggled, tired, irritable Elf.