Recovered from Christmas yet? I haven’t. See, a certain little 8 year old boy didn’t fall asleep on Christmas Eve until nearly midnight. Excitement, worry about daddy who wasn’t home from singing a later church service… Oh, and he rigged his door open so he could hear everything. Needless to say, it was late when we got to bed. And then Christmas burst into our room at the unholy hour of 5:15. That’s a.m., folks. Yesterday morning was spent pouring Bailey’s into coffee, and yesterday afternoon was spent pouring diet Pepsi down my throat. There indeed was a nap (by me) and hyperactivity (the boys). We didn’t leave the house yesterday, didn’t leave the house today. Might want to venture out tomorrow before we all get cabin fever and try to chew each others legs off. Don’t care to start 2010 missing a limb.