Hangover.

I woke up this morning and took a look at my house. Really took a look at it. It was showing the signs of days, no, weeks of neglect. I shrugged my shoulders, rolled up my sleeves and got to work. Not much later, I realized that my kids, too, were showing signs of neglect. And their needs were ever so much more pressing. So we sat down and played a game together. But only after I convinced them to clean the playroom, of course.

Last night marked my major debut as the counselor in the Relief Society presidency over weekday meetings. We staged a musical accompanied by dinner. It was awesome - a spiritual experience, indeed. Still, I'm glad it's over. My children and my house will thank me. But only after I host book club tomorrow and teach Joy School next week. (And host a Joy School Christmas party, and send out Christmas cards, and make plates of cookies for neighbors, and, and, and, you know how it goes.)
Truly, though, I love the Christmas season. And somewhere in the middle of the mayhem, we get to reflect on what a marvelous gift the Savior is to us. I feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for my life and the role that He plays in it.