A friend at Emma's school said "I ran into the Christmas tree and fell down." Only the second day back after an amazing and long 3 week break and I feel the same way. The rush rush of school, then the rush rush of Christmas, and then for two days, it's like a bomb went off, there's this hush after Christmas, where everyone is quiet because everyone has a new toy and we all are studying it, turning it over and over, these new things, new books, new ideas, new people visiting, and then there's the crash. The happy crash, of us falling all down like autumn leaves, drifting, drifting, lower into the couch, never getting out of our pajamas, the lazy winter afternoon light drifting in and we just play our new game of Blokus (SO fun, like Tetris but for 4), and watch old movies ("Merry Christmas you old movie house!! Merry Christmas you old building and loan!!") and we don't DO anything. And we realize, too late, how great it is to not do anything at all. Inertia. Falling into the Christmas tree.
So I'm not going to talk about having to get up in the dark, and make food while the house is still cold and sleeping, even though that is a wondrous, still thing, too. Because I can't take all the decorations down, I need to relax into the new year and wait just a few more days.
You're also going to be making sandwiches until you die.