Grin and Bear It
I haven't really made much secret in the fact that I am not by any means looking forwarding to putting in five Christmas' in three days. In fact, I'm pretty much over it before it's officially begun. My mother has called me every day since Saturday with some new Christmas thing, from what she's cooking to issues with her tree falling over, and tales of her experience shopping for J ata game store.
I realized after her phone call for the day (she's making cookies if anyone cares to know, and still needs to pick up the cookie tins to give them away, just FYI) that Christmas isn't about me, and I need to STFU about it, smile, sit back and enjoy. Both my in laws and my mother have done nothing for the past week but call or email to tell us how much they're looking forward to seeing us this weekend, and I'm not going to begrudge them their good time because I hate driving two hours in the snow. So while I know the weekend will be exhausting, and my stomach isn't really in the mood for Xmas rich foods, I'm going to endeavor to be appreciative, happy company, and check my grumpiness at the door.
I realized after her phone call for the day (she's making cookies if anyone cares to know, and still needs to pick up the cookie tins to give them away, just FYI) that Christmas isn't about me, and I need to STFU about it, smile, sit back and enjoy. Both my in laws and my mother have done nothing for the past week but call or email to tell us how much they're looking forward to seeing us this weekend, and I'm not going to begrudge them their good time because I hate driving two hours in the snow. So while I know the weekend will be exhausting, and my stomach isn't really in the mood for Xmas rich foods, I'm going to endeavor to be appreciative, happy company, and check my grumpiness at the door.