For some reason, this year, I have fallen in love with having a house full of teenagers. It was the season to kick back. Christmas Eve, everybody helped, dinner was low-key, with just my folks, went to bed about 10:30pm, after watching "It's a Wonderful Life" and reading Luke 2, of coarse.
I love that this year the boys went and worked out on the treadmill, and lifted weights, etc down stairs until they got themselvestotally exhausted. Loved it. They went to bed with instructions that the parents are not to be awakened before 7am. Oh please, by 6:30 I couldn't stand it and started buggin' Sam until he woke up. The kids heard us and it didn't seem like a Sunday morning trying to get them out of bed for church:) They were up and ready to rip the wrapping! It was nice to just sit there and relax while they handed out presents etc. and took care of it all.
Well, Sam landed in the hospital on the 22nd and still can't use his back well, so he took the boys with him to the farm to help with chores and I got to be home, alone for 1 1/2 hours. Ahhhhh. It was lovely. I sent some Facebook wishes to friends, finished my book and puttered around putting stuff away. Lovely. We went up to my folks later and played around for a while. Went down to the farm for Christmas dinner with the Stewart's and we were home by 7:30. Relaxed. The boys were happy. Sam was happy, and I slept well that night. ahhhhh.
I have a good life.