a monday in december (will be followed by a tuesday)

By the near end of this day I was definitely thinking I'm almost Christmas't out. shew!
It is, afterall, a Monday.
After a wonderful Christmasy weekend, that included our annual Christmas party (9th and best) and staying up Very late, my get up and go had pretty much got up and left. I felt gar-darn creaky. Thank God for coffee, and ibuprofen, and loratadine, and cookies and drug-rep lunches.
My little girl didn't want me to leave her this morning, and cried for me when I was gone, but she ran happily into my arms at the end of the day and I experienced healing in five-seconds, after which I paid the (very deserving) babysitter, which might've undone my healing, temporarily, slightly. But I'm not a full-blooded Scrooge. We rolled on home and had a patched together, partially canned, dinner. And then Daddy arrived home, and gave me some free-time to vent to my sister (God bless her bent ear). Sisterhood is an invaluable treasure. I hope to bequeath it to Yosi someday.
Then Yosi and I had cookies and milk.
By bedtime I had recovered enough to enjoy belting out the Twelve Days of Christmas with my little bean, and anticipate tomorrow, in which we will wear our jammies all day- she in her princess kitty footie-jams and I my polyester track suit pants. Won't we be a sight. We'll cuddle baby Claire and vacuum and revel in being homebodies.
We'll tear a ring off and count how many days are left till Christmas.
We'll watch another Christmas movie.
I'll drink a cup or two of coffee.
Perhaps we'll top off this lovely homeyness with something made with glue or paint.

My heart may shrink, but it regrows, and stronger.