Sorry. I just had to get that little scream out. Today will definitely make it into the archives of the Gone Awry category, if I can ever find the presence of mind and nerve synapses to remember and recount the events gone wrong. Or maybe we’ll just pretend today never happened.
In the meantime, our Christmas tree still stands naked and forlorn, leaning against the far corner of the living room. I guess we need to get it dressed for Tuesday’s Christmas party.
The church Christmas pageant is just over a week away, and we have yet to make costumes, although kind volunteers have done much of the work for us. We also need to start the backdrop for the stable. Not sure when that will happen since all my big people are working again this week. We’re hoping it will sometime before the first-and-only rehearsal. Did you hear that? FIRST AND ONLY?! Oh, this should be interesting.
I have not started Christmas shopping. At all. Nuthin. And I don’t think it’s happening this week, unless I can get it done at the grocery store. Don’t know when that’s happening, but it has to at some point. Right? Right???
My Christmas spirit is flagging. I’m not a grinch, or a scrooge. I’m just keeping it real for you. With a family working in retail, this is an extremely busy time of year for all of us, and I don’t mean because we’re busy addressing cards, wrapping gifts and baking cookies. I stay home, but when all my help is gone I’m still cooking, cleaning, and doing laundry for 12 – and nursing an active toddler, and teaching an eager 5yo to read, and keeping 3yo Parker from auto-destructing and taking down the whole house with him. Ooh, that boy.
And the dog follows me around the house all day, calling me Mom because he wants a bite of whatever he thinks I have.
We are very blessed, and I know many others have much worse problems than ours. Excessive busy-ness is not a big deal. It just feels like it sometimes, especially when you want to say yes to everything and everyone, because who wants to be like Ebenezer Scrooge? This is time for rejoicing, and rejoicing takes work.
Tomorrow, we make cookies.