I’ve been telling myself that after Friday things would slow
down and I’d get to soaking up the Christmas season. And, yet, this morning, as I was rushing around
to get ready to spend a long painting and cleaning day at a rental house, I saw
Xander doing what I want more of – sleep late, stay in pjs, quietly sitting in
front of the tree, pour over the paper.
I wouldn’t really trade places with him though; we found out
today that he has strep throat. Reading the paper is about all he did today.
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