This is the first time I've had a chance to sit down since I read and commented on blogs this morning. (I'm caught up. Yay!)
Why is it that holidays are the opposite of relaxing? There's always so much to do, and somehow I always manage to leave most of it for the last minute. Today I've been to the grocery store for more Easter basket stuff (twice), washed everyone's dressy church clothes and found all the accessories (shoes, tights, ties, barrettes...), prepped tomorrow's French toast (it stays in the fridge all night and bakes for an hour in the morning), filled baskets and plastic eggs, and double-checked that I have everything I need for the Easter dinner I'm cooking tomorrow evening. And that's just the holiday stuff! Those everyday chores--dishes, laundry, cooking meals, cleaning--didn't go away, as much as I wish they had. I'm unbelievably tired and so glad to be able to sit down right now. After I post this, I'm taking my tired legs to the bathtub, and I think I'll bring along a glass of wine and a book. It's "me" time now!