The holidays pretty much ensure that the little scraps of time we working moms carve out for romantic time with our husbands compeltely evaporates.  It’s difficult to get busy when every free minute is spent shopping or wrapping.  I’m not sure I’ve even bathed my children this week.  I’ve given them the sniff test and they’ve passed.  Which, really, in times like these (i.e. the holidays) is pretty much all that can be expected of us working moms.  In fact, I probably should have at least given my poor husband a quickie rather than updating this blog but the energy needed for such an endeavor escapes me.  No wonder suicides spike around the holidays.