Yes. I'm a cheater.
If you have been paying close attention (and I think some of you have), then you will have noticed that my posts have not been appearing when they should. Shame on me.
But they're still here. So whatever.
There's still no snow. But we made paper snowflakes yesterday, so I guess that counts for something. And the tree will go up next weekend regardless if there's any snow on the ground.
Sigh.
Does anybody else find Christmas EXTREMELY stressful?
I do.
It's not like it used to be.
I wish all I had to do was wait patiently for it to show up and then try to control those butterflies in my stomach. Now there's gifts to budget for and buy. Food to plan, shop for and make. Get-togethers to organize, coordinate and attend. And we're expected to do all this with a smile on our face. Oh right. Don't forget that you have to make everybody in your life happy at the same time. Now doesn't that sound like fun?
Maybe the real reason I'm not feeling Christmasy is that there's no Christmasy feeling left in me. Maybe there's just been too many gifts. Too much food. Too many gatherings. Too much family.
Every year Jonathan and I say we're going to simplify and every year we get sucked back into it. It's exhausting.
Next year I think we'll just take the kids and go rent a cabin somewhere for the week. No obligations. No running around. Just us.
Because it's starting to feel like the whole point of Christmas is floating further and further out of my grasp. I think my priorities aren't quite in order and I really need to do something about it before I have a melt down. Probably sooner rather than later since it technically isn't even December yet.
And just to clarify, I know there are lots of family who read this blog and are probably thinking I'm talking about you. But I'm not. I'm really not. Nobody's said anything or done anything. This is just how I'm feeling today. I'll get over it. Hopefully.