I had a little meltdown the day after Christmas. It was the overflowing basket of dirty clothes that put me over the edge. It all adds up. The busyness of the season, the expectations, the demands, trying to get it all done and make everyone happy. By the end, I just felt drained. Hubby was the lucky one who bore the brunt of my tears and frustration. He asked me if I would like to have the next day to myself - he knows me well enough to know just what I needed - time to recharge. I happened upon the blog, Mrs. Kendall , today and read these words: " . . .for me, having something to do every single day without a day to recharge is a strain on my sanity. Call me an introvert, a recluse, a hermit--the label you assign makes no difference to me. The truth is that the holidays drain me. From the onset of Thanksgiving until the end of the year, I'm an increasingly frazzled bundle of nerves." I totally relate. If you do too, I think you would enjoy
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