i absolutely couldn't wait for halloween to be over so that i could be overjoyed in the festive holiday spirit. i even left my parents house early during thanksgiving weekend (which is like a mortal sin in my family) so that i could come home and decorate the house for christmas.
but when i woke up on monday morning after christmas, i swore that if i had to look at that christmas tree for one more day, i just might lose it. i'm not sure why, but i was so anxious for christmas to be over. i love my family. i love the lights and the decor. i love seeing the joy in my son's smile on christmas morning. but i was so over it. it didnt take long before i was barking orders and asking that boxes and bins be carried up from the basement.
after all was done, my three year old looked at me and said "mom, why is christmas over?" so sweet and innocent. for all he knew, mommy was basically throwing his dear pal santa out with the trash.
i tried to explain to him that christmas only comes once a year and that it's a special occasion. i told him about holidays and winter breaks... he didn't get it. at all. he looked at me with the same confused face as when i tried to explain why the ipad doesn't work in the car because there is no wifi. c'est la vie.
Hi! my name is Andrea and I'm a not-so-average Northern Virginia blogger, mom, and transplant from the Midwest. I host Girls Night Out events, meet ups, and write about events and my adventures in the DC area. I love to travel, brunch, and drink wine with my neighbors! I'm known to live on the wild side and order Venti iced double shots at 5pm.