Ever have one of those days when you’re just not “feelin’” it? This is me today. And yesterday. And quite possibly the day before. I think it’s the time of year. I seriously could post this post every year. This is what’s on my mind this year as the holiday season is upon us:
The Spirit: I’m not ready for the holiday hoopla to begin. I could feel the grinchy mood settling in so I forced myself to listen to some Christmas music in the car. I wanted to be all:
But I was more like:
I came to my senses before I drove into oncoming traffic.
The Elf: Of all the things I dislike about the Christmas season, believe it or not, the Elf wasn’t one of them. But after 4 years of placing him in all sorts of adventures, I am out of ideas. And motivation. I was searching fervently online for an “out,” you know, a letter or something from the Elf that says, “Hey you’re too old for this shit. You don’t need me.” But I found nothing. This was the closest I could find, and I gotta admit, it’s looking good:
The Shopping: I am a self-proclaimed shopaholic. I love the hunt for the bargain, finding the perfect gift. Ones with meaning and sentimental value. This year, I looked around my living room and saw not one inch of clear space and lost the last bit of enthusiasm I might have had:
Every room in our house is literally filled with kid shit stuff: toys, games, babies, and scraps of paper (seriously, what is it with my kid and her obsession with clutter notes and doodles?) You want to put up the Christmas tree? Heck, there’s no room! So the search this year isn’t going to be about Barbies or American Girl dolls-things that none of us need. I am searching for meaning. I tried to propose the “Something you want, something you need, something to wear, something to read” gift giving idea and even though it was met with silence, I think I found a winner.
The Sickness: After weeks of ignoring listening to my daughter cough, I finally took her to the pediatrician. It’s nothing, really. Only PNEUMONIA. Yes, mother of the year over here. She got her revenge though. Now I’m sick too. When a germ factory coughs in your face for a few weeks, it’s bound to happen. Will it ever end? Whatever, just pass the Nyquil.
The Weather: I will not be fooled. I know the cold and snow are coming. I know it. Enjoy it while it lasts because soon, there will be shovels, salt and snow days. Bring it on.
Just when I thought my tank was running on empty, I found this note that reminded me how lucky I am. Thanks for filling my bucket, kid.
And then I found this one:
Whatever else the season has in store for me and my family, I can handle it. Spending time with family and friends is always the remedy to turn this winter curmudgeon around. I got this.