'Tis the Season

So here we are on the verge of yet another fateful holiday season. I’m in the full throws of a panic attack because 1. my house is not yet clean to military standards and 2. my mother is coming. Let me say this again, MY MOTHER IS COMING TO MY HOUSE!!! O.K., so that this is not taken the wrong way, I love my mother with all of my heart. . . from the top of my head to the tip of my toes, however, I feel unnecessarily compelled to make my house as immaculate as hers, which is damn near impossible with a 3 year old and a 1 (almost 2) year old in my house. Not to mention, I have no attic or basement where I can hide my crap for even a few days. (Note to self, next house must have crap hide-e-hole) So this is stress maker number one.

Stress maker number two. . . what in the world do I buy for the last few people on my list keeping in mind that I was broke about two weeks ago. I know that “Jesus is the reason for the season”, but there is a neurotic part of me that must make this the best holiday ever, which means I must outdo myself and whatever fabulousness I pulled off last year. The lights must be brighter, the decorations more plentiful, the cookies that much sweeter. So I’m cruising the web trying to find something exotic and wonderful for John, whom I’m having a hard time buying for this year, and the boys too. Not that either one gives two hoots what is under the tree so long as “something” is there to unwrap, because at their age let’s face it, it’s still all about the mess and fun of paper.

Stress maker number three. . . bills, work, etc. The odds and ends of crappy everyday things that I must do in addition to my holiday duties. I’ve decided in ’08 I must streamline my life, which means cutting out as much crap as possible. I will officially hang up my “Avon Lady” hat when I start back to school. . . oh yeah, forgot about that. . . after not taking a college course in about 10 years I’m starting back to school. Great. Don’t get me wrong, I’m thrilled to no end with the prospect of returning to school, but I’m worried about how it will fit into my already jam-packed schedule. Mostly because on average, once the boys are in bed I’m ready to hit the hay too, and the thought of pouring over books and taking on-line classes in the wee hours of the night/morning is not terribly appealing, but the prize at the bottom of the cracker jack’s box (aka my bachelor’s degree) is a tempting and alluring trinket which I will pursue whole-heartedly.

And I’m feeling some “Blilt” (aka blog guilty). It’s my new word for the feeling I have when I don’t blog as often as I should (sigh). Not that you, my faithful readers, care all that much about what’s happening in my life, but nonetheless I gotta put it all out there. It’s cathartic if nothing else.

So Merry Christmas to All and a Happy New Year, just in case I find myself unable to get to the keyboard over the next few weeks. Hopefully I will be forgiven as I have just given you all a nice list of priorities.

Toodles!