It’s 18 degrees outside, but nothing is stopping me from breaking down the lights and calling the holiday season. There is a point at which a mere glance at ANY decoration still standing makes me itchy. Metaphorically speaking.
I love Christmas and all the beauty it brings, but seriously. Suddenly, those piles of extra things, half opened boxes, books, shoes lying around the house are my worst enemy.
And I just want my mantle back. Clean, almost bare. It’s the whole New Year thing. A fresh start. Nothing excluded.
I’m like a maniac, leaving no stone unturned. Reduce, reuse, recycle. Yes, yes and yes!
It’s going to be bone-chilling cold for the next 7 days in North Carolina. That means we will not see 40 degrees AT ALL. That’s what those newscasters are telling us. MIGHT get snow, so our lovelies are being released early from school today. They’ll be here in less than two hours. Can’t waste it. I’m heading to the living room, wiping down my mantle, pouring myself a cup of tea and sitting my tush on the couch with a book for the next hour. And maybe I’ll grab a 20 minute nap before the first one says “I’m hungry.”