So the kids are with dad some of this holiday season? It may seem like the end of the world, but it's not! (I promise.)
I remember the first Christmas my daughter went to her father's house ... I had become "such a mom" I wasn't sure how I should or could spend the time. I had illusions of taking hot baths, having time to catch up on shows and the stack of books next to my bed. Instead, I hardly felt energized enough to do more than the basics. I honestly wasn't sure what to do with myself, because I was so used to being a mom every minute of every day, that I wasn't working, that having non-work time left me frozen.
In retrospect, that was time I should have taken those hot baths, enjoyed chocolate in multiple temperatures and headed to the bookstore to read People Magazine.