I did it. I made it through a whole weekend of setting up outdoor and indoor decorations, Christmas trees, and the nativity scene, and I did it all while maintaining my patience and sense of Christmas fun. Whew!
It wasn't easy. Todd and I went out on Saturday night and stayed out later than we had in years, had more cocktails than we should have, and were running on entirely too little sleep for the amount of energy we were required to have.
The law of Christmas decorating didn't help us either. Things went wrong at every turn. We were missing hooks and stakes, and lights were out all over the place for our outdoor decorations. When we were carrying our huge Christmas tree up from downstairs we accidentally smashed it into the wall and broke the top section (which we masterfully temporarily fixed with zip strips). A whole bottom row of lights was out on our smaller tree but I rearranged some branches and you can hardly tell. The kids were wild and crazy and excited and I just let them have at it. I even managed to laugh it off when they repeatedly broke some of my glass ornaments (5 in all, which is saying something considering most of our ornaments are not breakable). Five less ornaments to hang, I figured. For some crazy reason, nothing bothered me.
last year so it was a vast improvement. Yay me!
However, I think I used up all of my patience on this past weekend because today I have none left. Every little thing is bugging me. Even stupid little things that normally I wouldn't even notice are annoying me today.
The stamps I bought for my Christmas cards are so heinous. They have a nice picture of a mailbox with packages inside it, but then next to that it has a big mailing code. What the heck? Is this what stamps look like now or is it just because I got them out of the machine at the post office instead of waiting in line for 2 hours? Either way, it makes me mad.
I was at the grocery store today (enough to make me cranky on its own) and when I got to the check out I discovered that my package of cheese curds was already open. When I showed the cashier and asked for a different one she gave me a real evil look like she thought I was the one who opened the bag and had been secretly sneaking around the store eating them or something. She got real huffy and called a bagger over to fetch me a new bag and refused to talk to me the rest of time she checked me out.
Then as I left the store I saw a sign on someone's truck that said, "Be nice to me. I may be pregnant." What the hell? I seriously can not think of any situation where that sign should be anywhere. Signs like that make me want to NOT be nice to you, as a matter of fact. Perhaps it was meant to be funny, but it failed. It is like those "Baby on Board" signs from years ago. Yeah, I was meaning to hit you with my car, but now that I see you have a baby on board I won't. HUH?
People are crazy, and today I have no patience left.
Perhaps when the kids lie down for a nap today I can lie down too and try to catch up on all the sleep I missed out on this weekend. And maybe when I wake up I will be filled with a new stash of Christmastime patience.
Or maybe I'll be too busy grabbing something to eat, cleaning up the lunchtime mess, putting the rest of the groceries away, and taking a shower that by the time I have a spare moment the kids will be home from school and we'll be busy with homework and making dinner.
Oh, Calgon, take me away!