Christmas has come and gone in the Carter house. Despite my earlier misgivings about not wanting to celebrate, I ended up finding my Christmas spirit about a week ago.
It turned out to be a great day. Lucy (and Emma) woke early and we opened presents with Dad via Skype. Even though I'm sure he couldn't see us well, it was awesome to have him experience all the excitement of the big day. Lucy was constantly telling him things and showing him presents, but I don't think he could hear or see her very well. It still made a huge difference for me in regards to the holiday itself.
As for the rest of life, well its pretty darn awesome. The girls are amazing and have quite a great routine. While I miss breakfast most days and usually end up scarfing down a sandwich in 4 bites other days (my husband would be so proud!), I can't ask for things to be any easier.
Of course we have our moments and when one starts crying, the other is sure to follow. But I've been handling it in stride. The patience I normally lack has been overwhelming me to the point where I wonder where it comes from. I find myself speaking in calm tones to both of them when the screaming is at it worst (something I've never had an easy time dealing with in the past with Lucy).
I was really scared about being alone with the two girls until Jon finally comes home. But now I'm confident in myself and my abilities. We're late to everything and I'm usually rushing us out the door, but its going well.
So tonight, as I drink my gluhwein and relax on the couch, I find myself content and happy for the first time in a month.
Merry Christmas to all....
I'm proud of you babe.
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