It’s been a couple months since I’ve posted, again. I blame myself.
The holidays came and went. I spent time with family and friends. I cooked and baked and partied and celebrated and I am ridiculously glad they’re over. Holidays are fun and all but they’re also exhausting as shit.
Having two cats in the house with a Christmas tree and all my other decorations was a real experience. The first night was an experiment in “What the hell is rolling around on the floor NOW?”, followed quickly by “Cats stay in the basement whenever mom’s not home or asleep,” so that was a trial. I felt bad for doing it but I ultimately slept better knowing things weren’t being knocked over and batted around the living room. Besides, it was only for three weeks. I took all my decorations down New Year’s Day, mostly because I was tired of looking at everything and the tree was dropping needles every time I breathed near it, but also because I was missing my morning snuggles with the boys.
Ugh, I’ve become one of those cat people. How did this happen??