Days are getting longer

Well, Christmas has passed. This year, for me, it was almost like the Christmas's of old -where school vacation was involved. Maybe that is making more out of it than it was, still, there are similarities. Mostly, it was a largely anticipated event and now it is gone, and all we have are memories. -For some reason I get this feeling, when I am anticipating the event, that once the event happens, it will be with us for ever. And now we are taking the tree down, and all the "dreams" that went with them go as well.
To put it another way, I get really melodramatic at this time of year. And honestly, there are cool memories, and cool pictures to entice them, so I have yet to learn to accept the good things instead of focusing on the negative.
I took off for Alaska right after Christmas. I went from cold and lots of snow, to absolutely frigid with enough snow. So cold in fact, that the races for which we went to Alaska in the first place, were mostly canceled. We did get one race in at least, and it felt good to compete.
I suppose the trip to AK had an abbreviated Christmas season end. I was not let down easy, rather, quickly. And then I come home to the sense that it has been over for a while. A time jump as it were.
While I was away, the snow turned to rain a bit. So, we lost a few inches, but there is still plenty hanging around. We got more snow today, and the forecast is either more snow, or rain. In other words, our Christmas storm is over, and we are back to more normal weather. I can at least do snow balls now!
The kids were happy to see me when I got home. They knew I had been away from home for a while, but their concept of time is still skewed. "Remember when we went to the Coeur d'Alene yesterday?" It is a little strange how a parent wants to be missed, and when comments which disregard the passage of time are said, it makes it all the more fun. I can enjoy that I am missed, as well as enjoy that their "suffering" is diminished with an undeveloped sense of time.
We had dinner at Grammie and Grandpa's last night. We asked if the kids wanted to spend the night (we were not serious, we only wanted to get their opinion). Both were against the idea, though Ethan was more OK with it than Rileigh. So, we asked them if Ethan could stay, and Rileigh would come home. Rileigh was opposed to this idea 100%. Apparently, if he were to stay, then Rileigh would not have a brother. And she must have a brother. She then tried to convince Ethan that he had to come home, using logic such as: we have to have pancakes at our house. that Granpa's pancakes were not to be had. We assured them that we were only looking for opinions, and that we were in fact going home, so there was no issue. Both were OK with the discussion, and their red beans and rice (foregoing their serving of Lasagna). And I am going to have to start recording everything, and then editing the recordings each night. Some of the conversations are priceless. Much like a dream, I remember the gist of what was said, but when it comes to particulars, the memory sort of fades. It is a shame that I am so strapped for time.