So I'm having a bit of trouble connecting with my holiday spirit this year. Normally, I adore everything there is to adore about Christmas--the lights, the music, the food, the gifting and most definitely, the family.
It's the one time of year my natural tendencies--you know, the sweet docile ones--are tempered.
Road Rage? Never. Not with festive reindeer antlers sticking out of my car windows, no sir.
Snark? Why, I wrap her up tight with a pretty bow and tuck her away to be opened with the new year, fresh and rested.
This time of year brings out the best in me.
Yeah, about that...
I'm feeling super Grinchy.
|I've never been so merry and bright.|
From my husband's awesome promotion to Detective (Yay! *throws confetti*) and having to drop hundreds on a new and appropriate wardrobe to spending the last two weeks teaching middle-schoolers hopped up on "good cheer," I've not had any time to shop for those on my list.
Add to that some very unexpected home repairs (love those!) and an upcoming 12 hour road trip with three kids and a dog....
Holly Jolly is soooo not what I'm feeling. In fact, I don't think I'll reach Holly or Jolly without the assistance of some very spiked eggnog (think 2/3 alcohol to 1/10 eggnog. You do the math).
I don't even like eggnog, but will that stop me?
|No, no, it won't. I'm going to enjoy the nog right out of it.|
My only coping mechanism is to withdraw into my writing, delving into the stories where anything and everything goes wrong and makes me happy. Because it's supposed to go wrong there.
Oh wait. I haven't a moment to scratch my butt in peace much less sit at my computer for two uninterrupted minutes. No wonder I'm staring down the barrel of a Grinchmas this year.
How is your season going? Ever had one that you just wanted to live through?