Lazy day

What a nice lazy day. It's cold and gray outside...good weather for hibernating. Quint, my 3 year old grandson, and I returned last night from a quick trip to NJ to see my parents and sister and her family. Quint slept for the 3 hour trip and then had a long second wind that lasted until 1 a.m. Whew! You can bet we slept in...all warm and snuggly under the covers together. Now I'm sitting here listening to my husband and Quint play on the floor...crazy, silly laughter to enjoy!

Post Christmas

The day after Christmas is such an odd day. We spend four weeks in a frenzy of shopping, parties, cooking and decorating culminating in the most anticipated day of the year and then...poof!...nothing. Well, I could clean up the last bits of wrapping paper from the floor surrounding the Christmas tree...or ...not. I have, however, been working my way through pieces of chocolate chip cookies and yummy truffles made by my daughter-in-law. See? I accomplished something today!

All is calm

As I sit here reveling  the dusk of another Christmas Day, I realize that this was not just another holiday: strife-ridden at best and filled with angst at its worst. The family I find myself in has forever been atypical. Not that I realized the extent of it for much of the time. I truly had no idea just how all-encompassing the hereditary bipolar genes that I married would prove to be.


Today, though, all is calm. Lithium, Pristiq, Welbutrin are silently coursing their veins and, for now, all is right with the world.