Christmas is coming . . .

People keep asking if I am ready for Christmas.

A) What does that mean -- ready for Christmas?

Does it mean, "do you have your gifts purchased and under the tree?"

Does it mean, "are you ready to be done with the break and everyone back in school?"

Sometimes, it feels like everyone is getting ready for a big production and I've been left out.

B) I am never ready for Christmas

I don't have the gifts ready -- I still need stocking stuffers.

I don't want the break to end -- I'm just getting used to playing mom again.

I don't want to stumble through the whole thing wondering if I've missed my cue.


This year is particularly not so fun as I have a couple of papers to write. One on same sex marriage and one on international defamation of religion statutes. Exciting stuff, I know.


The three days I took off between my final final last Wednesday and today have been fun. I took the kids in the car. All together. We went places. We ran errands. We shopped. We ate lunch. We came home. We did laundry.

It was blissfully normal. I miss it.

Tomorrow I'll spend twelve hours writing. Tuesday, will be the same. Wednesday, the same. All for Thursday and Friday when I have sworn that the writing can wait so that I can hold my kids and look at them and listen to them and smell them and feel them and watch another year of our lives close.

No, I'm not ready for Christmas -- I never am. But I sure love it when it comes. And I sure hate when it is over.