So, we decided to take a quick, little post-Christmas getaway to the Smoky Mountains. Just our little family and Blair's sweet boyfriend, John Samuel, who we basically consider one of us now. We had a great time! I'll hit the high spots with some pictures because who doesn't like vacation slides?
Nine hours in the car together and the lines of personal space start to become blurred. We had one in the backseat with a bladder about half the size of a walnut and two others who would've been up for eating at each exit if given the chance. Davis is all about the ETA and I was the mediator betwixt them all. By about hour #8, Carson best summed up the mood in the vehicle, "I think we're all starting to get testy."
If I might add here......another clue that you might not be on a relaxing vacation is when the subject of death keeps coming up.
You see that highest peak in the background of the picture below? That is Chimney Tops. Everyone in this photograph climbed to the top of that. Not pictured: Joni.
One day, I did do enough to cause my Fitbit to refer to me as an overachiever. So, there.
As if climbing mountains weren't enough, Blair would lead planking and ab sessions in the floor of the condo each night for anyone interested. Not pictured: Joni. She, being 4 months and 1 week away from a degree in nutrition, was also quick to interject a, "We don't need that," at each mention of fatty or fried foods. Vacation killjoy.
We stopped on the way home at a random Buffalo Wild Wings to watch our Bulldogs win the Belk Bowl in an impressive way! We're going to miss our senior quarterback, Dak Prescott. Great player. Great guy. Great role model. Here, he is climbing the wall after the game to kiss his grandmother. In the South, we like boys who will do anything to kiss their MaMaw. They're our most favorite kind of boys.
So, we got home last night and I opened the door to the same awful mess that I'd walked away from 2 days after Christmas when we left. I broke all of the rules that my mother had ever taught me about leaving town with your house in disarray. I suppose the reasoning behind this is, in the unfortunate event that you don't make it back, (like because of a bear mauling) the greatest tragedy of it all would occur when your friends and family discover what a dreadful housekeeper you really were. This explains why we'd always have to wait for hours to get on the road because Mama refused to leave even one cup in the drain board.
Anyway, I came home and there it all was. It looked like Christmas had vomited all over our house and it had been left there to dry for about a week. Now, generally, I'm the one who is taking all the decorations down the morning of the 26th because I am a firm believer in "when it's over, it's over". But, our schedule didn't allow that this year. We did take the tree down on Christmas night because of its eerie likeness to kindling but we left the rest in its place.
Today, I started taking all the decorations down. You know how your house looks so empty when you take down your Christmas stuff? I mean, you get used to having large trees and evergreen garland in your living room and then when they're gone, you're like, "Dang, we need more shrubs and landscaping in here." Now, it looks like Cindy Lou's house after the Grinch got through with it. Just a bunch of emptiness left.
It was so good to get away with my little family, enjoy God's beauty, and just unwind.
Y'all have a Happy New Year! Hope it's one of your best yet!