Well here we are in the most 'glorious' time of the year.
I remember that I was once one of those all into Christmas people, but I just don't have the energy anymore. Too bad my family refuses to see it.
Big family dinner scheduled for Christmas eve (50+ people). Gifts will be exchanged. So, as my mothers oldest child (and only daughter) it falls on me to make her plans happen. And oh, she called today and had another eccentric plan for me to do for decorations.
I spend months trying to find gifts for everyone - all the people that I see twice a year max. Then spent a week or more wrapping everything. And here we are days away. Instead of resting up for the not enjoyable to me occasion I will be busy all this week too..
Had a dentist appointment this morning so I got up and had my coffee. Then fed up and got ready to venture out. In the misty rain. After dentist I had to go shopping for a few items I need for my part of meal preparation for Wednesday, and had to stop for feed for my chickens before heading home. But that isn't the end for today. I still had to get chicken feed out to the bins (in the rain). I am taking a break now before I start baking. Need to make a cake and some cookies today so that I can finish the other items tomorrow.
Then Christmas eve (the big day) arrives. I load up food and gifts and drive 30 miles to place we rent for the family get together. Of course I have to arrive early enough to set up the tables and get the decorations out. And as I watch everyone file in (too many of them empty-handed) I question every time why I am suspose to enjoy this?
And lets not forget the aftermath. SOMEBODY has to stick around until others are gone (carrying bags of gifts and 3 to-go boxes each) and clean up. Then I will have to load up the car again and drive home in the dark.
My DD may or may not bring the grandchildren over that nite for their gifts from grandma.
Then on Christmas day it is time to go to my husbands family for their Holiday thing. At least there will be a much smaller crowd there and I don't have to cook and haul food for that one.
I so dread this every year. If the past is any indication then I will be wiped out until the new year..
One of my brothers always goes up to my husband and asks how I am doing. DH always just tells him that I have good days and bad days. If he were so concerned don't you think he would ask me? So I could tell him that this is just too much - for me and his mother!
I remember that I was once one of those all into Christmas people, but I just don't have the energy anymore. Too bad my family refuses to see it.
Big family dinner scheduled for Christmas eve (50+ people). Gifts will be exchanged. So, as my mothers oldest child (and only daughter) it falls on me to make her plans happen. And oh, she called today and had another eccentric plan for me to do for decorations.
I spend months trying to find gifts for everyone - all the people that I see twice a year max. Then spent a week or more wrapping everything. And here we are days away. Instead of resting up for the not enjoyable to me occasion I will be busy all this week too..
Had a dentist appointment this morning so I got up and had my coffee. Then fed up and got ready to venture out. In the misty rain. After dentist I had to go shopping for a few items I need for my part of meal preparation for Wednesday, and had to stop for feed for my chickens before heading home. But that isn't the end for today. I still had to get chicken feed out to the bins (in the rain). I am taking a break now before I start baking. Need to make a cake and some cookies today so that I can finish the other items tomorrow.
Then Christmas eve (the big day) arrives. I load up food and gifts and drive 30 miles to place we rent for the family get together. Of course I have to arrive early enough to set up the tables and get the decorations out. And as I watch everyone file in (too many of them empty-handed) I question every time why I am suspose to enjoy this?
And lets not forget the aftermath. SOMEBODY has to stick around until others are gone (carrying bags of gifts and 3 to-go boxes each) and clean up. Then I will have to load up the car again and drive home in the dark.
My DD may or may not bring the grandchildren over that nite for their gifts from grandma.
Then on Christmas day it is time to go to my husbands family for their Holiday thing. At least there will be a much smaller crowd there and I don't have to cook and haul food for that one.
I so dread this every year. If the past is any indication then I will be wiped out until the new year..
One of my brothers always goes up to my husband and asks how I am doing. DH always just tells him that I have good days and bad days. If he were so concerned don't you think he would ask me? So I could tell him that this is just too much - for me and his mother!
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