As a young child I never understood why within three days my parents would be frustrated at all of our loot strewn across the living room floor just begging to be played with.
I never understood why my parents would walk around the house exhausted a few days after Christmas eve and day..........
Now I DO!
I call it PTCD.
Post Traumatic Christmas Disorder!
My boys are wired and wound up!
There are toys laying around in the living room, just begging for me to remove them from my sanctuary.
They're listening only to their grandparents, my words move them as much as it moves our family pet rock.
They are hectic-the boys.
They are busy -the boys.
I am repeating the same steps as my parents once did-the day after the day after Christmas.
Already I am tired of looking at their gifts.
Already I feel like they are acting ungrateful-and this is more my issue than theirs.
I feel as though I didn't do a good enough job cleaning out their toy bin before Christmas landed in our home. Because ever since the day after Christmas, their toys that they already owned I feel as though they've multiplied like little Gremlins after midnight with a dash of water and a snack.
But, it's all part of PTCD, and by next week, after my headache has left me late New Years Day, things will slow down as they always do. Rest assured, I am much more appreciative of my parents because of all the things they did for me and my four siblings, and for all the things I put them through back when I was a little girl on Christmas day.
Welcome To Crustybeef~
These next few days until New Years day will find me missing from within your comment box, although I'll be lurking, I am so busy with my guests.
I am sorry in advance for that, but my in laws are in town staying with us as you know, and I don't want to be rude.
MARY!! Thank you for the tips with my momCk's Disease.
FYI-I've given her big handle coffee mugs to make it easier on her!
The acupuncture and seeds have made a big difference as well! Thank you again!!