Lost Week

There comes a time when the holidays are winding down and even a ten year old boy has to hang up his Santa hat, get outside and have a good game of Ultimate Frisbee.

As for us, it is what I always think of as the lost week. I never know what day of the week it is and all I want to eat is salad! Without dressing...And take down the Christmas tree, sweep up all the pine needles and wash the Christmas tablecloth. Oh wait...I got a paper one this year. Wasn't I clever?