It's over, It's over

Christmas is over. I just wasn't into it this year. Not like usual.

Probably cuz my husband is slowly becoming a bored housewife man.
I came home yesterday to find him lounging on the sofa with a magazine while the house was a wreck and the kids were running around all wild & messy.
When I asked Randy if he had a rough day, his reply was, "Today was my day off".
Sweet.

My confession for the day is:
I didn't send out Christmas cards this year.
I do it every year. I never miss. I pride myself on pictures of the kids in these cute, hand crafted cards.
Every time I thought of doing it, I got puke chills down my back.
For starters, these were the best photos I could get:
Boston choking his baby brother. Great.

Quinton screaming his head off. Another great one.
No matter how cute I think this is, no one wants to see a screaming kid when they open their Christmas greetings.
And to top it off, Boston puckering his lips when I requested a smile.
"please, please, these are for Grandma".
I gave up. I just didn't have it in me.
I don't think anyone even noticed, so maybe I'll just scrap it all together. Maybe next year I wont be such a big fat Scrouge.
The jury will remain out on that one for about 11 months.

I've already taken all the tree down and the decorations have been packed up and shoved in the crawl space. That felt good.