While visions of sugarplums danced in her head...

Is there anything sweeter than a sleeping child? Just makes ya wanna go "Awwwwwww...", doesn't it?

We made a flyin trip south on Sunday to have an early Christmas with my babies.





We followed up Sunday night's festivities (and believe me...Ziggy was festive...let's just say that now he knows why they sometimes call tequila "Takillya") with a big ole breakfast at Waffle House on Christmas Eve morning. Hey, we hadda have a little fortification for the flyin-ass drive back, right?





I loooove seein my babies. And I know that they only live about three hours away. But tryin to juggle all the schedules so that we can be together on Christmas (or at least sometime close to Christmas) has become a huge pain in the ass. First, there's Zig's and my work schedules. Mine's not much of a problem, but Ziggy's can change in a matter of minutes. And it often does. Then there's Jules' two jobs to finagle around...and her significant other's 60+ hour workweek...and Karsin's school schedule...and her every other weekend and/or holiday visits with her dad.

Throw a six or seven hour round trip (depending on the traffic) in there and it's just damn near impossible. If Ziggy had any family left to add to the mix, I think my damn head'd esssplode.

This year, it took fifty two emails, eighty seven phone calls, eleven lords a-leaping, a partridge in a pear tree and a sudden, unexpected change in the Zigster's schedule to get'er done.

But next year...next year is gonna be different. I've already inscribed it in stone. Christmas is on a Wednesday next year. And it will be held here...at the beach house on the moon...on the weekend following. Period. No ifs, ands or buts.

Unless somebody's schedule changes.