I started writing a post the other day about how I've kicked out my inner Grinch and am actually, for the first time in three years, looking forward to Christmas. But then I never got around to posting it, which turned out to be a good thing because the shit hit the fan on Tuesday night and I remembered why the holidays suck so much.
Without going into the gruesome (and yet somehow also boring) details, I will just say that it's about the same thing it always is: Trying to schedule 4 family functions into one day while maintaining my sanity and maybe getting 5 minutes to do what I want to do, like spend a quiet moment alone with Hubs. I thought I had it all figured out, that this was going to be the year we finally had a stress-free Christmas! Oh how wrong I was.
I just wish our parents would try to understand that we do want to spend time with them at the holidays, but it's not always going to be the ideal situation because we get pulled and guilted from all sides every year. Everyone wants a piece of us, and there just isn't enough to go around. I'm trying my best to make everyone happy, but in the end it always ends up making me unhappy!
So Hubs and I are thinking about trying to move the trip to Hawaii we had planned for our 5th anniversary next year up to next Christmas instead. Then even if I piss everyone else off, at least I'll be happy and relaxed!
There is good news about Christmas this year; the reason I was so excited about it is that it's the first year since we've been married that Hubs and I bought a lot of gifts for each other. That sounds really materialistic, but I don't mean it to be. It just doesn't seem like Christmas without a big pile of presents under the tree to wake up to, and we've never had that together. But this year we will, and I am excited to share it with him.
Merry Christmas, ladies. I hope you all get exactly what you want this year, whatever it may be.