Bah, Humbug?
I'm having my first ever bah, humbug Christmas. I think it's the stress and expense of actually owning our home. All of a sudden, I have neither the time nor the money for Christmas! I usually get my Christmas letter written by the first Sunday of Advent. Well, that was the first of December this year, and I've sat down once at the word processor, and came up with an address, and nothing more than that.
I can't seem to settle into the season like I'm used to doing. It doesn't help that we still don't know whether this will be the last month for Vil's job, or whether the company will be solvent for January. Vil tells me I'll need to save my money, and I'm looking at him, thinking "WHAT money???" He has a plan, which is good, but *I* am still stressed about it.
...on the other hand, in the "one day at a time" school of thought, I'm having a good morning. What a difference it really makes, to get dressed! Of course, I probably wouldn't have bothered, except that I needed to get the garbage out, but still, I'm dressed, and so is th' babe, and does that ever feel good! The chicken is out to thaw, for dinner tonight. I have to make cookies today, and I'm looking forward to it. I think I'll make two different types today, and put a tin in the freezer for the Christmas week.
I have this weekend off! ...it'll be a baking weekend; I don't know when else I'll have time to make gift cookies. I make Mum cookies every year, for Christmas. She knows she'll get them, and she looks forward to it. Not quite to the level of reminding me, but I know they're special to her. (I stumbled, by accident, upon the same recipe used by her CGIT leader, and this box of cookies at Christmas tumbles her back into her girlhood. A nice bit of nostalgia every year.)
Bless you all. May we all find the Christmas spirit buried somewhere in the "bah humbug" stress of life :>
I can't seem to settle into the season like I'm used to doing. It doesn't help that we still don't know whether this will be the last month for Vil's job, or whether the company will be solvent for January. Vil tells me I'll need to save my money, and I'm looking at him, thinking "WHAT money???" He has a plan, which is good, but *I* am still stressed about it.
...on the other hand, in the "one day at a time" school of thought, I'm having a good morning. What a difference it really makes, to get dressed! Of course, I probably wouldn't have bothered, except that I needed to get the garbage out, but still, I'm dressed, and so is th' babe, and does that ever feel good! The chicken is out to thaw, for dinner tonight. I have to make cookies today, and I'm looking forward to it. I think I'll make two different types today, and put a tin in the freezer for the Christmas week.
I have this weekend off! ...it'll be a baking weekend; I don't know when else I'll have time to make gift cookies. I make Mum cookies every year, for Christmas. She knows she'll get them, and she looks forward to it. Not quite to the level of reminding me, but I know they're special to her. (I stumbled, by accident, upon the same recipe used by her CGIT leader, and this box of cookies at Christmas tumbles her back into her girlhood. A nice bit of nostalgia every year.)
Bless you all. May we all find the Christmas spirit buried somewhere in the "bah humbug" stress of life :>