We’re
heading into the Christmas home stretch, and I’m beat. This is the part (it
comes every year), when I’m beginning to think that perhaps I just won’t be
able to do it. “It” being the shopping, cooking, cleaning, and wrapping that stretches
ahead. I hear a Christmas song and think “Boy, how would it feel to have all
these preparations complete and nothing left for me to do but eat home-baked
cookies by our non-existent fireplace while sitting back and enjoying the
music?” (Darn good, that’s how it would feel.) Then I wonder, “How did I get
here again? How is it that Christmas
is only four days away, and I still have all this crap to do? Can I get a do
over?” Then I say to myself, “No, no do over. Let’s just get this madness over
and finished.” And back and forth while I stoically wrap gifts, stuff the
turkey, hand over my debit card for those last-minute items, clean the toilet,
whatever.
Every year.
Help.
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