The past 6 days have been a slow-moving, lazy, relaxing, gluttonous blur. We've left my mom's house only a handful of times and are now cooped up at my dad's for Christmas number 2 (One of the only perks of having divorce parents!).
In a few days, my husband and I will head up to Maine to spend New Year's Eve with my college friends and their husbands (man I feel old saying that!). These people are my best friends in the whole wide world and with them, I never have that dreaded NYE let-down.
Two more days of work until we all get a nice long break. The next 48 hours is going to be a mad dash of fitting 2 weeks work into two days, packing, traveling, and one happy hour.
One of the biggest perks of moving to the 'burbs this September was his and hers bathrooms. No more fighting over mirror space and I can be as OCD as I want about cleaning my sink.
The last few weeks of the year are always some of my favorite. For one, it's Christmas and New Years Eve so duh. But going beyond that, my husband and I usually pack up and head to New Hampshire for 10 full days for some serious R&R and family time.
