I love/hate the holidays, but mostly love.

Holiday stress is upon me in full force. Why is it that days seem to be cut in half when you have the most you need to get gone? There just aren't enough hours in the day in November and December.

We've taken on a few projects in the house over the past few weeks. We bought a new tv for our bedroom. Hellooooooo HD. The tv that was in there was my high school graduation gift from my parents. So, almost 11 years old. Awesome for 11 years ago. Perfect for what I needed at the time. Many moons later, not ideal.

The new tv (LG, LCD, 37 inch) will be arriving next week. We'll then move the old tv into what used to be the "guest" room, which only ever housed maybe 3 "guests" in the past 3 years. It is now Martha's play room. We're getting all the toys out of our living room (praise Jesus!) and setting up the old TV and a Roku (look it up) in there for her to watch as muuuuuuuuuch Dora as she wants. Did I mention she can say like 5-10 spanish words? Love Dora.

Anyway, along with the room-changing project, there's holiday parties and events, getting Christmas presents bought or made, then the trip to TN, among other things. Busy, busy.

I love this time of year, but man does it stress me out. I'm really going to try to knock out as much stuff as I can this weekend so I can enjoy the rest of the month with as little anxiety as possible.