The After Christmas\u00a0blahs.<\/p>\n

Am I alone here? \u00a0Possibly, but doubtful. \u00a0The time following all the holiday\u00a0hub-bub is quite a conundrum, really. The two weeks of holiday madness, though spectacularly satisfying, can also be fatigue-inducing mayhem. \u00a0As bittersweet as winding down from the months of planning and producing can be, there is admittedly\u00a0a bit of a sigh of relief after all the cooking, eating, baking, drinking, eating, drinking and eating and drinking.<\/p>\n

Okay. \u00a0I’m feeling convicted about something.<\/p>\n

I didn’t bake. \u00a0At all.<\/p>\n

But I did eat other’s baked goods. \u00a0Which is also a hassle. \u00a0What with all the decision-making about whether to have fudge or candy cane cookies.\u00a0\u00a0And then there’s all the “thanking” people for their hard work. \u00a0And all the eye contact avoidance because you have no green or red cellophane-wrapped goodie plate to hand over in exchange. \u00a0I mean. \u00a0The struggle is real.<\/p>\n

But I digress.<\/p>\n

So, you have all the relief. \u00a0But then the day after<\/em> Christmas really\u00a0sets in. \u00a0You look around at all the empty boxes, the Christmas tree with dried up needles that just yesterday looked like it could have been displayed in the White House and the piles of new toys that seem to have already been forgotten.<\/p>\n

The After Christmas\u00a0blahs.<\/p>\n

Time to clean up. \u00a0Time to store away the Santas and snowmen and candy cane-adorned kitchen towels. \u00a0Time to carefully wrap up each wise man and stable donkey and baby Jesus in tissue until they can make their reappearance to inspire during the next Christmas season. \u00a0Time to fold up the stockings that had been\u00a0so carefully hung by the chimney to await another three-hundred some odd days and then be reinspected by the kids for accidental leftover treasures.<\/p>\n

The After Christmas\u00a0blahs.<\/p>\n

Time to reestablish a healthy eating plan, or at least a plan that doesn’t follow the refined sugars food pyramid. \u00a0Time to cut down\u00a0on alcoholic beverages and anything that includes the words “nog” or “mix”. \u00a0Time to put away the tins full of Danish cookies (okay, who am I kidding, the Danish cookies were gone at about 6:26p.m on Christmas day) and festive plates adorned with reindeer and snowflakes.<\/p>\n

The After Christmas blahs.<\/p>\n

Time to finally but begrudgingly open up the banking website and act shocked at how little money there is because you “totes stuck to your budget this year.”<\/p>\n

The After Christmas blahs.<\/p>\n

Time to get over it and move on to the next I guess. \u00a0Can you say “Heart Shaped Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups?”<\/p>\n

Mindy<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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