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Tough Times

My favorite time of year is over.  Bummer. The time between Christmas and New Year’s is my smiling time. There is always something to look forward to.

It starts out on Christmas Eve. Dinner with the folks, then off to church, then back home to open presents. This year we didn’t go to church because of the snow. We stayed home and had our own service. Each person chose a Christmas song, and Tom read the Christmas story from the Bible. It was pretty neat, actually.

Then CHRISTMAS DAY! This is my favorite part of my favorite part of the season. We drove down to Marshfield, MO (which we have done as long as I can remember. Unless someone was sick) to be with my extended family on my mom’s side. We always have a great time. Lots of laughing, lots to eat, and lots of love.

The day after Christmas means lunch with several kinds of soup at my aunt’s house. Then we are off to visit Tom’s side of the family. His brother lives in Springfield, so we stopped there first and visited with them and met baby Charlie! After that, we headed to Tom’s mom’s in Joplin. As always, she fixed a delicious meal. No one makes mashed potatoes as good as she does.

The next day we head home for some rest and relaxation, since Tom almost always takes the rest of the days off until the new year.

New Year’s Eve means a wonderful party that our family is invited to hosted by our friends at church. We have a great time playing games, and of course, eating. Now that our kids are old enough, they play games with us, or go off and play other games on their own. This year the “new game” was Just Dance 2. Hilarious, and fun. Yes, of course, I played. Those young whippersnappers nearly wore me out. I may have to get that game just to get some exercise. It’s not as complicated as DDR.

New Year’s Day is a day to relax and enjoy the last day off. (At least most years. This year we got another day, but you know what I mean.) Some people make resolutions. I just start trying to do something better. I cleaned up 1/4 of the basement. That’s saying a lot. Seriously. No, really.

Now, that is all over. (sigh) Wow. I really did just sigh. The kids have the day off tomorrow, Tom is back to work, and the usual routine will start soon enough. We’ll get back to our hurried schedules, which we do because we choose to. But, for one short period of time, we got a break from that. A time where we didn’t have to keep looking at our watches (except for that New Year’s Eve countdown, of course), but just enjoyed being together.

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Down in December

Yes, my blog site has a new look.  I liked the way it showed the snow that WordPress offers.

All right.  It’s December.  Time to prepare for Christmas.  Most of the time this is a time I look forward to, even though it can be a bit hectic.  Why don’t I feel that way now?  I figure I should check my triggers before I freak out too much.

  • sleep – decent, now that my CPAP has been adjusted.  At least 8 hours a night.
  • eating – pretty normal.  Sometimes I have to make myself eat, since I’ve been told not to skip any meals.
  • stress – (You probably wondered when I’d get to this. ) 
    • My plate is practically empty.  I haven’t committed to hardly anything.  I am acting in the church’s Christmas cantata.  It’s a role I’ve played before, and I have very few lines.  No stress there.  I’m helping out with the Sunday School Christmas program.  I’m not in charge this year, so that is a huge weight off my shoulders.  Until the stage gets set up later this week, I really don’t have anything to do, other than help Karen learn her lines.
    • Christmas shopping is completely done.   Well, except for the fact that my dad and uncle usually give me a list, and they haven’t yet, but that will be a quick run to Best Buy or Kohl’s.  I did order Karen an outfit from Aeropostale and didn’t realize it was a Ladies’ Medium, and not a Girls’.  (You know, a store should specify that when they say Girls/Guys that they don’t really mean Girls.)  Oh, well, I went back online and ordered an XXS and can return the ones I got at the store at the mall. 
    • No one is coming over for a party, get-together, cookie exchange…nothing.

So, why do I feel all Bah Humbug? 

The kids want to put up the tree (understandably), but finding a time when they would both be here wasn’t easy.  So, we set aside this afternoon to do that.  I even asked Tom to help, so it would be over quickly.  I had no interest in doing it whatsoever.  The time came to put it up.  (It’s a three-sectioned artificial one.  Pre-lit.  Could not be easier.)  Plugged it in and…yep.  You guessed it.  No lights.  Well, that’s not exactly true.  The top third was lit, but those lights were just regular strands that had been added last year when the top section wouldn’t light.  (You should know that this tree is about 10 years old, so I’m not surprised it no longer lights up all the way.)  Oh, and one small section on the bottom tier lit up.  Tom and Mark checked all the fuses.  Nope.  After a small discussion, we got in the car and went to Home Depot to buy some lights.  Sold out.  Seriously?  Seriously.  Down the road to K-Mart.  (A store that I would just about rather have someone put bamboo under my fingernails than visit.  Just don’t like it.  They never have what I am looking for.)  They had exactly 4 boxes of 100 white lights.  Yeah!  Brought them home, and Mark says, “Yeah, but they have white wires.”  Crud.  Tom asked if I wanted to put them up anyway, and I said no.  Then he asked if I wanted to go to Walgreen’s, and I said that there just wasn’t time.  So we gave up on the tree for today.

Now you might be saying to yourself, “Well, of course she feels like crud.  Putting up a tree is often a source of aggravation for people.  Strings of lights are products of the devil’s workshop.”  But, the thing is, I felt like crud before the tree incident.  That was just the straw that broke the camel’s back and left me in tears.  Not tears of disappointment.  Just tears of frustration of not being able to come out of this “funk.” 

What is wrong with me?

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