Well, it's all over y'all, and I for one am SO glad. I know, I know, the magic of Christmas, little eyes aglow, the last year of believing in Santa for Sister, yada yada yada. Christmas is stressful no matter how much I vow to keep things low-key, not buy so many presents, send Christmas cards only to those who sent them last year, that sort of thing. I can vow all this, keep my vows, and Christmas is still a time of too little sleep, too much to do, and--let's face it--a big let-down after all the presents are opened and there's a big mess to clean up.
It seems to me that Sister had it particularly rough this year the way that the Ex and I worked out her schedule. This year was her year to spend Christmas with me, and to make up for the fact that I would have Sister on two of "his" days, the Ex tacked on one extra day last week and one extra this week to his usual time with her. This means that she's hopped between households every 2 days for the past week, and she's looking a little peaked. This morning when I went in to her room she had the oddest look on her face. It was a little too old for a 7-year old girl--sort of resigned and sad and like she had a secret all at once. Now, it could just have been that I walked in right before she jerked her finger out of her nose, but I don't think it was just that. A little later in the kitchen I was trying to make a few light jokes while I stirred up some pancake batter, and she kept looking at me like she wasn't sure how to respond. She seems very emotionally fragile somehow. Husband says that he always had a tough time right after Christmas because there's such a build up and then the event is basically over in a few hours. Does anyone else out there remember the same thing happening to them? Or do your own kids go through the same thing? Maybe I should damn the torpedoes and try and keep the excitement going throughout the day. Or maybe that's just delaying the crash that's inevitable. I don't know.