The stores are in a full-court press for the holidays, commercials involving Santa and snow are all over the TV dial, some radio stations are playing nothing but holiday music 24-7, and there are even houses around me already bedecked with icicle lights and reindeer and inflatable monstrosities. To all of which I say: "Bah, humbug."
Christmas used to be my favorite holiday before I became the person responsible for making it happen: the shopping, the wrapping, the baking, the cooking, the decorating, the hosting, etc. All of this while still doing all my normal jobs, mind: I wish the laundry and vacuuming and mom-the-taxi-ing and lunch-packing and the like would conveniently disappear during the holiday rush, but no such luck. My mood starts getting surly around mid-November and woe to anyone who sings a Christmas carol in my house! Not a great way to be, I freely admit, but the sorry truth.
This year, I've decided to do a few things differently and see if it helps a little. I deliberately chose not to be a class parent, since that poor soul has to coordinate teacher gifts and holiday parties in December. I'm going to simplify my decorating: we'll see if the world comes to an end if every decoration in my basement isn't put out. And I'm trying to avoid some of the last-minute rush that always proves to be the icing on the cake of my grumpiness...as I mentioned, I ordered the holiday cards yesterday, today I brought up the decorations, and hopefully I'll start getting some of them put up this weekend. If all I have to do is shop, wrap and mail cards by Thanksgiving, I'll be in better shape than usual, at least.
It can't be just me, can it? Surely some others reading this have at least mixed feelings about the winter holidays?? If not, maybe I'll just try hibernating next year. At least I'd get more sleep!