Overwhelmed

It happens every holiday, without fail. I think I’m doing okay. I’m trucking along, wrapping and baking and buying and planning and hosting parties and traveling and crafting and and and and.

Last night I was up until 2 a.m. I got up at 6 a.m. Tonight is Lucy’s Christmas recital and all I can think is “Will I be able to stay awake?” Tate’s first birthday is next week, and I have to make sure it’s extra special, even though it’s during the holidays. Not to mention my husband’s 30th birthday on Christmas Eve. And my father-in-law’s 70th (yesterday) and my mother-in-law’s (next week) and my dad’s (the 27th). And and and.

Yesterday I realized I needed to clear out some memory cards to make sure I actually take some photos at Lu’s recital tonight. The last two years I have taken none, due to (1) leaving the camera in the car by accident or (2) being so ridiculously pregnant I really didn’t give a shit about taking pictures. While I was clearing out the memory card, I found a bunch of photos from our Thanksgiving trip to Idaho that I’d completely forgotten about.

Sometimes, life is really, really awesome. I need to remember that more often.