And perhaps the weekend before?
And I loved every minute of it.
While the past two weekends held moments that were Weekend I'd Forget worthy, in order to have truly enjoyed them, to have let them absorb into the depths of my being, there was no way I could blog about them.
I have been busier this holiday season than ever before. At first, I thought, How can this be? This year was like any other.
Then I realized I was fooling myself. This year has been quite unlike any other, especially the past three months. In October, I lost my senses and started a recipe challenge committing myself to cook 65 new recipes in less than three months. In November, I started a new job, then baked for three days straight for Thanksgiving breakfast. In December, I tried to juggle it all from making dinners to fulfill my recipe challenge to practicing violin for the lessons I began in July. Somewhere in there I scrambled together time to blog, Christmas shop, and spend time with family.
I reached the days before Christmas slightly out of breath and certainly ready for the two week break from work. I have only begun to kick my feet up and relax.
My house this week has been flooded with wrapping paper, bows, shopping bags, and boxes. Even my organizational side has loved every second of it.
Thank goodness he practically reminded me how expensive the city would be for our wallet.
I then pled with him to compromise and move us to the outskirts of the city.
I'm thinking it is still a 'no'.
We ate delicious food, walked around the shops at Bryant Park, and then shopped every single level at Macy's.
It was wonderful and all too soon I had to return to the reality of my little corner of New Jersey.
But that's okay. There will be other weekends.