Christmas is Coming

And that, is the lesson to be learned from my K2. For the past month or so she has been heralding the passage of time with the announcement "Christmas is Coming!" so random and out of the blue. We call her Paul Revere because sometimes it seems almost an ominous warning to the unprepared. However, now that it is the day after Christmas, we have been trying to tell her that she needs to say "Christmas is over." But that only serves to upset her as she insists that "Christmas is Coming." And technically, she's right. Going back to the lesson part... its a good reminder to me that those things we find joy and comfort and peace in are always right around the corner - its just our perspective. Christmas is coming... it really always is. And so it is with blessings in our lives - they are always coming, even when it seems they've just ended.

It's a few days later and here in Denver we are bracing for our second major snowstorm in a week's time. I am done with snow. This storm started Thursday and could last until Sunday morning, dumping snow off and on upwards of 2 feet. Joy. B actually managed to dig out and drive to work this morning, though I worry about his commute home. Luckily the kids and I are safe and sound inside, with (hopefully) everything we'll need to stay housebound for the next few days. I find myself constantly thankful for a roof overhead, heat, electricity, a stocked fridge and pantry, and a full gas tank. Certainly life could be worse, but oh how I hate to be stuck at home without the option of leaving.

The holidays were marvelous - being with family and watching K1 and K2 who so loved opening presents and playing with their new toys. This was the first year they both really got what they were doing, and the excitement was so much fun. It was also nice to slow down for a day or two and realize that no one expected anything from me except to just be in the moment and enjoy the holidays with my children, husband and family. I find that I seem to stay in this mode of constantly worrying about the next task I need to accomplish. I stress and stew and obsess about it until its over, at which time I allow myself one small breath of relief until I start worrying about the next thing. It's not exactly a smart way to live. I've got to be better about perspective, and I've got to be better about time mangement. I love to be busy and active, and that will never change. But I think shifting priorities to being useful with my time rather than just busy would be a satisfying change all the way around.