Last night it became very apparent that I have many things on my mind. How, you ask? I put Nate in the bathtub -- and he was still wearing socks. I guess I got sidetracked while undressing him and never reached down to pull off the socks. So in they went. It was pretty funny.
Moral of this short tale: I need to take a deep breath and focus on Jesus' birth and less on the cookie-baking, party-attending, package-mailing, present-wrapping tasks I have glaring at me on my To Do List.
Breathe in, breathe out. Repeat.