I'm doing something different for Christmas next year!
Maybe like becoming a volunteer for a medically induced coma experiment or something.
Monday I spent almost the entire day on the couch pretending that I was actually in that coma experiment thing. I watched Hoarders all day. Sad to say, I didn't feel fulfilled or enriched from the experience.
I was, however, able to say continuously to Mr. Jenny, "See!!!!???? SEEEEEE!!!! You think I have too much stuff? Seriously?" That part of the day was slightly more rewarding for me.
Today, I needed to rouse myself from my stupor to babysit the Grandlittles at their house.
We crafted, looked at Christmas presents, hugged and kissed, roller skated, ate and hugged and kissed some more.
At the end of the day I asked our little Mo if she had gotten enough hugs and kisses.
She tipped her head and looked at me.
"No Grandma! I still need more!"
So I squished her and squashed her and made her giggle.
And then when I was leaving, she ran up to me.
"Grandma, I forgot to ask. Did YOU get enough hugs and kisses from me?"
Sweet, sweet blessings.
And so much better than a Hoarder marathon!