As a child, I never understood why adults would wish away the holidays. I mean? Isn’t it the happiest time of the year? A whole month that’s devoted to enjoying “the best time of the year”.
In my 8 year old little girl mind, it was all: Parties! Cookies! New Toys! Staying up late watching “specials”! No school! A perpetual sugar high for one month straight!
How could you wish that away? I wanted the month to last forever.
But wow, today is the last day in November, and while I don’t wish December away, I must admit that my anxiety is in full swing. The ugly monster that lives in my throat is back.
I took a look at my calendar, I have plans every single fri/sat/sun through the first week of January, and many nights in between. Don’t get me wrong, I really want to make magic of “Parties! Cookies! New Toys! Staying up late watching “specials”! No school!” that I remember as a child, happen for my kids. Because, it’s fun. I know.
But wow, thinking about all I need to get done is enough to make this momma need to bulk up on her medication. And thinking about the bills in January? That Dave Ramsey guy would give me the stink eye and shake his head in disgust.
But when is enough, enough? Where is the fine line between enjoyment and over doing it because your sanity just can’t handle another $15 gift exchange?
And really people? I understand that it’s December, and the whole ‘Tis the Season thing comes into play. But let’s spread out the fun a little. I purpose:
Cookie Exchanges in July!
Progressive Dinners in March!
Ugly Sweater parties in October!
Craft Fairs in February!
Work appreciation parties in April!
Sending out cards adorned with photos of your beautiful family in August!
Online free shipping deals in January!
Ugh. I don’t know. What do you think? If I invited you to a Bill Cosby Ugly Sweater Party in September, would you come? I’ll supply all the pudding pops you can eat.
It’s rally time folks, let’s buck the system!
*this post today, has been sponsored by a stressed out 32 year old Scrooge who needs to curl up with her special wanky and take a long nap. And also? GET OFF MY LAWN!