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Today my eldest children and husband had to abandon holiday habits and return to school and work.  I stayed at home with Kyler and Aysen.  I guess if you look at it in a number sense only 50% of the family had their lives adjusted and vacated the premises.

I did miss that 50%.

January has traditionally been a depressing month for me.  The hustle and bustle of Christmas is over.  It is terribly cold outside.  Daylight simply doesn't last long enough.  

This January seems to be having the same kind of beginning.

Sometimes I wonder if life will ever return to normal.  But what exactly is normal?  Time is moving rapidly in my world -- except for the hours between midnight and 7 am.  I swear I used to accomplish a thing or two in the evening but now if I get my children fed, homework done and in bed before 10 I have succeeded.  I used to be able to do a scrapbook page, play an aggressive game of hand and foot, plant flowers or take the family to the theater for a movie.  And to be completely honest, I don't get much more done between the hours or 8 and 5.

I guess life changes, I must be moving into a different season.  I sure hope it is summer.  I'm ready for more sun and less artificial heat provided by microwaved corn bags.

My motto for this month will be:  "It too shall pass" and "One day at a time."

One thing that never changes is my inability to remember to take pictures on Christmas.  I think this accounts for 1 of the 7 total.  And, one of the best reasons to endure January -- the beautiful smiling faces found in the picture.  How could I let January win when I get to learn from some of the best . . . my children.