I have my "days". Everyone has their "days". But I seem to have had perpetual "days" the past number of days, feeling often at my wit's end. But, as always seems to be the case, life takes a turn and suddenly everything is great, wonderful. I find myself not completely losing my patience and questioning my sanity from day to day. Such is the case at present. The reason: It's Christmas time. That's the change. Thanksgiving is over, and we're on to Christmas. I love Thanksgiving, but I'll be honest and admit that I've been sneaking Christmas music when Cody's at school and singing it at the top of my lungs in the car. (The Bubs are very patient listeners, and make a wonderful audience since they can't communicate enough to tell me to be quiet.) So, with the Christmas season comes this magical thing called perspective. I find myself daydreaming a lot, entertaining Christmas wishes, if you will, and it hit me today, that all of my daydreams involve happy gatherings with family and friends. We're sitting around the Christmas tree, we're laughing and singing carols and playing games and reminiscing. And, as I danced about my kitchen this evening with two very happy little Bubs to some good ol' Ella Fitzgerald Christmas music, I looked at them and realized I was in one of those moments. We were laughing and playing and having a good time, and I nearly burst into tears right there, because it was absolutely 100% a perfect Christmas moment. And I'll tell you what, I LOVE my Bubs. I had a hard time putting them to bed tonight (that NEVER happens), because I just never wanted the moment to end.