Holiday Detox

Christmas is quite the season.

All the festivities, the decked halls, and the love. 

All the baked goods.

Even in my thirties, I still get giddy with anticipation as the time draws near.

But dang if the holidays don't take it out of me!

And this last week - the last month and a half, really - has been particularly rough.

Rough in a mostly good way, I suppose. 

Though this season had its own unique {and sometimes torturous} quirks.

But here I am, so incredibly tired.

It's that bone-deep sort of weariness.

We've all been there.

And then the house needs a cleaning. And the luggage should be unpacked. 

And the gifts sorted. And the decorations shuttered away. 

And the piles of laundry addressed. 

And, mostly importantly, the desire to bake more cookies staunchly ignored.

'Cause what I wouldn't give right now for a plate of spritz. 

Or anything soft, chewy, and coated with sugar. 

Or a Christmasy beverage, heavy on the rum.

Yeeeeaaah. 

Typically, I'm not the Scrooge type, 

but tonight, as I find myself simultaneously ignoring a killer headache, 

whining kiddos {no, you may not take out every toy at once, and yes, it's an utter travesty}, 

and a family room strewn with left-over wrapping paper and ribbons, 

the answer is glaringly clear: 

I need a holiday detox. 

That's the bottom line here.

Less crazy, more calm. 

And so, I bid this season a heartfelt adieu.

Give me 10 months, and I'll be ready to dive in head first once again.

Fingers crossed. ;)