When the last gift is opened and the last bit of wrapping has been tossed, its time to evaluate the holiday.
When the last dish of leftovers has been sent off, and the kitchen is clean again, its time to look back and see how it went.
This was a wicked good Christmas.
How do I know?
I know because I am completely and totally beat. My stomach is rebelling at the thought of another dinner. I don’t even want a glass of wine. I’m happy that all three kids will be gone by bedtime, that Ellie is at her house, that no one needs me for one single thing.
This must have been a spectacularly successful Christmas, because all that I want now is a an early bedtime and a late wake up in the morning.
Happy “Phew, Glad That’s All Done” Day to you all!