All Rev'ed Up, and No Place To Go

Its 4:00 a.m., and I can't sleep. So, figured I'd post about my holiday blues. This is what I hate about Xmas. Its just over too quickly for me! This is why I put my trees up the day after Halloween. I spend all that time getting ready, trolling the internet for deals on gifts, singing along with the songs on the radio, and then poof! Like a puff of smoke its gone.

I still even have some eggnog left. But who wants to drink all those gloriously delicious calories, when the damn holiday is over and you've already eaten more than you should have? Not even me, who is the Queen of Justification, can justify that. Plus, one glass and the bourbon has me wanting to nap, with T still running around the house at warp speed going from toy to toy. I know she just bides her time, waiting for me to nod off so that she can cause some horrible mischief in this house. I must remain viligent and alert!

Is anybody else out there like me? I find myself still trolling the internet for deals...I can't seem to stop myself....making sure that what I bought hasn't been slashed in price again, which would give me huge buyers remorse. So far, so good. Just where are all these post-holiday super sales that the TV keeps droning on and on about anyway? I can't seem to find them. In fact, I have a couple baskets already full on a few sites, waiting to see if they'll institute a site-wide sale of 40, 50, even 60% off. So far, not much luck. All I've found for that is Coldwater Creek with 50% off. Problem is, I don't need any new clothes and nothing's really catching my eye there, anyway. Sigh.

After T's doctor appt today...where they say she's OK except for her headcold... we went off to JC Penney to make an exchange for my mom. I was annoyed to find no evidence of their supposed "doorbuster" sales. Everything was the same price as before christmas.

We came home, where T continued to play with her marble race, continued to pet her pet plastic dinosaur Spike but refused to play with it as intended due to the scare factor, and continued to act petrified everytime she even glimpses the Beware of Dog box. She's also been trying to ride her bike in the house. Poor thing can't do it like she did with her trike, as the new one is just a little too big. Maybe we'll find a park this weekend, since I don't have sidewalks in my neighborhood. I can't believe my little baby is now learning to ride a big girl bike.

Where the hell did the time go, anyway?