After the Holidays...

First blog...a little about me.  I am a thirty-something mother of one.  My husband and I transplanted ourselves from Missouri to Michigan back when it was a good thing to work for the auto industry.  Not that I am complaining, because we are both still working and I am thankful for that, but with each day we just don't know.  Our daughter, Katie, was born here five years ago, but she has recently developed a southern accent, not sure where that came from y'all.  

Maybe it is just me but after the holidays...just for a moment, it feels like everything stops.  We usually travel for the holidays and when we get back, the day or two before we go back to work and school, we find ourselves with some actual free time.  Of course, I should use this time for packing away all of the christmas stuff and all of the new toys that one child could not possibly ever play with, and plan for the upcoming week going back to work and school.  But I just can't seem to resist just losing myself in doing nothing!  

Now it is the 5th of Jan and I have just finished unpacking from the travel and putting away the christmas ornaments and I feel like I have already fallen behind at work (of course that is pretty typical when the plans are constantly changing and the future is uncertain) and at home.

Two loads of laundry are waiting instead of just one, the dog's vet visit needs to be scheduled, ballet is starting up again, my day to help at Katie's school is already again this week, and her birthday is in four weeks and I don't know what we are going to do yet!

I don't remember our birthdays being this stressful when we were kids.  Maybe I should ask my mom!  It seemed as simple as cake, candles and a few friends at our house.  Now, should I feel like a failure as a mother if my daughter does not have an all day party at Bonkers with thirty of her closest acquaintances?  Maybe we put too much pressure on ourselves to have the best party every year, thinking that our child's every future happiness rests on the outcome of this one day.  Okay, now I sound like some obscure philosopher.  Maybe I will just stick with the cake, candles and a few friends.  At least for this year!