I’m not a huge fan of this time of year. Even my atheist friends get swept up in ‘the season,’ but I have little to no interest in decking halls and wassailing. This is difficult for me because I have children that are super excited about Christmas, and I have to bring myself to feign interest for them.
I made a little calendar for them a week or so ago because I was tired of them asking me every morning “IS IT CHRISTMAS TODAY?!” It’s pink. The lines aren’t all that straight. I had to scribble out some of the numbers because I (apparently) forgot how to count to 25 when I was making it. [sigh]
I’m especially not interested in decorating. I hate untangling lights and finding ornaments that aren’t where they’re supposed to be (oh, and we moved this year so finding things should be extra fun). I hate having to look at what I wore while decorating last year so that I can make sure I don’t wear the same thing again this year. Even though I only have a handful of things I like to wear, I don’t like looking like I only own two sets of clothes.
I hate people knocking at my door. I just had to get up while typing this to answer the door to receive some religious pamphlets. I haven’t yet brushed my hair today and I’m still in my jammies. The woman looked shocked and asked if she was interrupting something. Um…sure, we’ll go with that. I made the mistake of not thinking quickly enough on my feet and gave her my real name, so I’m sure she thinks we’re besties now. I have to remember to never answer the door ever again so that I don’t get sucked in to a conversation. Thank goodness my husband is home today.
Really, I’m having a difficult time mustering up any enthusiasm for anything other than reading. So…my friends, please don’t expect to see me online much until after the holidays. There’s only so much peace and joy and lightness of spirit a Scrooge can take.
Especially when she knows she has this to look forward to in a few short weeks: