I love the holidays and love thanksgiving, but the last two thanksgivings have been slightly different. I was not the well-rested, put together woman in a nice outfit. I was the tired, barely shaved and showered mother who is ready to go to bed before I even went.
My son has been teething (which is a whole other topic) and not sleeping as well. I should not complain since he is usually a great sleeper, but last night he was not. It is funny because I used to be hung over the morning of thanksgiving from staying out late and now I feel that way without having crazy stories to remember the next day.
I am writing this post at 8:00 pm after a wonderful holiday with a glass of wine and do not feel bad one bit that I am going to go to bed by 8:30pm and I do not care about the dishes in the sink, laundry in the dryer and that my husband is asleep on the couch.