Travel, travel, travel ... that is my holiday season. Always has been. I can't say it really bothers me, I love to travel.
It's the in-between days that stink. They are filled with laundry, packing, catching up on bills, catching up at work etc. blah.
I headed out of town for Thanksgiving, came back home for a few days, headed to a friend's for her birthday weekend, came back home - had an ENTIRE weekend at home - then it was back to packing to fly out to see the in-laws.
I have a few days to do laundry, some last minute Christmas shopping, pack again and hit the road.
Again, the trips themselves - I LOVE - I just wish this suitcase of mine could pack itself.