Cabin Fever

My dear husband suggested on Monday that I might be suffering from this affliction. I scoffed. I insisted I could be a hermit under the right circumstances. 3 days later, my resolve is weakening. Grace is still sick. Worse, in fact. I am embarassed to confess that I've now discovered there is no such thing as a Scooby Doo marathon. Scooby Doo is simply on all day, every day. That's something good to know.

Today's prompt was to journal about a good Christmas memory and a bad one. I chose a "kind of" bad one rather than delve into the depths of my psyche. Charlie's first Christmas was so crazy busy, running to one place after another. We didn't get to sit down as a family and open our presents from each other and the very first presents from Santa until 5:00 in the afternoon. We've never done it that way again.

And the 2 peas prompt was to talk about holiday decorating. We don't have a schedule. We do it when we have the time and when inspiration strikes. We're about 1/4 done this year. Trees are up in the kids rooms. The stuff that goes on the walls is on the walls. Everything else will come out when we cut down the tree.

One of the cat ate Justin's favorite sweater this morning. Then he ate the cover of the book I'm reading. I think they're sick of having us around all day. Or sick of Scooby Doo.