I'm not feeling it. Not that I'm ever into it, but I'm even less so this year. I'm not in the mood.
Like last year, our family experienced illness and death (which I really do not write about) this time of year that while not the reason for my malaise, certainly contributed to the lack of umph.
I don't remember last year if we sent out cards. I know we didn't the year before. I'm pretty sure they will not be going out this year. I understand that puts us in a position where friends and family stop sending us cards.
Trees, gifts, etc. I'm sure we'll get around to it, but the thought of it right now paralyzes me. Somehow I'm simultaneously in envy and contempt of people who have it together and have all their shit up now - or bought.
I'm on the road this week. And next. And possibly / probably the one after that. I'm home for about five days in the next three week. When do I have time to do this? Where do I find the motivation?
Rebecca and Meredith were visiting us this weekend when Becca asked what happened to our holiday parties.
We like(d) having them, and it's not really the work of having folks in, because after they arrive, we have fun. But it's the holidays - getting people who are free or willing to travel is an issue. There are a very finite number of weekends in December and everyone's dance card is usually full.
Then there is my travel schedule. I don't always know when I'll be home and how to plan these things while I am away. And it can't and shouldn't always fall to 710. That's no fun for anyone.
I'm sure I'll get out of this funk.
We won't be hosting this year, the holiday (and my parent's birthdays), that is. My father isn't as ambulatory as one would like, but he'll be 92 in a few weeks. He shouldn't have to travel. My parent's house isn't as large for 20 folks, but we'll make it work. So some of the pressure is off - us, not my mom.
And as always, the actual day will be spent with just 710, Sophie and myself - and now Petey.
Song by: Finn Brothers
4 comments:
I have accomplished 2 things so far: holiday cards and electric candles in the windows.
this time of year irks the shit outta me anyway. bah humbug!
There's a lot of pressure every December to make it happy and memorable. Forget the expectations and do what suits you, sweetie. Big hug.
Petey's first christmas? That should make things jolly I hope.
The less-younger I get, the more cranky I seem to get this time of year. So I don't think it's just you.
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