Our holiday was great but I'm ready for things to get back to normal. It pains me to say this but I'm itching to take down the Christmas decorations. Is that a sign that I'm getting old? I used to hate seeing it all put away and waited until the first of January to do it. There seems to be no order or schedule around here. I'm on high puppy alert at all times, which is draining. I have no menu plan for this week and yet received tons of new cookbooks to pick and choose from. Last's night dinner was fried venison bologna sandwiches. Sad. What kind of mom am I?