Holiday Meltdown

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This pretty much summed up how I was feeling, yesterday. It was time for my annual holiday meltdown.

I think that there's so much pressure to have a "perfect" Christmas, that we fail to live in the moment and savor what we have. I was certainly failing yesterday. The last couple of months had been total chaos. Robb broke his back -- again! I was working on a gigantic, tedious, yet artistically unfulfilling project. As soon as that show opened, we had to open another one. And on top of that, we were moving our seventeen THOUSAND square foot warehouse-studio.

I was cranky and burned out. I managed to catch a nasty, tenacious cold. Both our cars needed repairs. Our house was in disarray. Robb fell in a gopher hole (or something) in our back yard and jolted his back.

And I just sort of imploded.

Today is better.

Robb has actually pretty much recovered from his broken back. He's returned to swimming, which is wonderful.

I'm going to try to tackle the huge project of finding proper homes for some of our stuff. When we first moved in to our little house, we just sort of "parked" things in the front bedroom. This isn't working, and instead of getting horribly stressed out by the piles, I'm going to try to find a logical way to organize things.

We're going to bake cookies for the neighbors. And we're just going to enjoy having a few quiet days at home together.