Merry Christmas and Bahumbug

I can't believe Christmas is only a few days away. The excitement is building inside of me and I can hardly wait. Hardly wait to race down the stairs first thing Christmas morning with the kiddo's. With all this cheer that I have and always have, there is something new this year. Holiday Blues,....What is that????

I've never had it before. What is this wierd feeling? For the last 30 plus years I have been the team captain of everything Cheery. Need to get your fill of Christmas,...come to my house and by the first week on November you would swear you had entered the North Pole. Want to watch a Christmas movie? I have them all alphabetically arranged just waiting to be enjoyed or I could act them out for you scene by scene.

But this year something is a little off. I'm not sure if it's because I'm getting a little older and things are starting to bother me. Things that usually I would sluff off my shoulders so that someone else would be happy. The truth is,...I'm tired of being the bigger person!!! That's right, I said it outloud and posted it here in Blogland for the world to see. No I don't want to come to your house for Christmas Eve for the 7th year in a row so I can watch all my relatives get drunk on Teguilla and speak in a language that I can't understand. Don't get me wrong, this is wildly entertaining on any other night other than Christmas Eve. Then drive over an hour back with past out children and 2 tired parents.

A friend of mine put it poetically the other night as we were having our yearly Christmas Cookie baking session, i.e. kids are in bed and we drink a bottle of wine with the excuse of baking. She said I needed my "Donna Reed" moments. I don't have them very often. I'm the Mom who forgot to send a recipe to babygirl's preschool for the cookbook they were making. That left my child's picture in the back of the book with NO recipe. That's right,..I'm the Mom who forgot. This happens a lot.





So when the holidays come I want to dive into being a Mother and a wife. Live like The Beavers. I want to plan our special meals and holiday gatherings. I want to stay up late baking cookies for Santa and watch the boys play football outside. That's what I want! This isn't too much to ask but all these years I've been playing a role in someone else's Donna Reed moment.





Hubby has been very supportive since my "breakdown." You know the one that all husband's dread. He came home to find his wife in a bath while the children ran wreckless around me. I figured if I closed the bedroom door and I could see them from my bath,...it was just like parenting. I completely unloaded on him and he actually took it pretty good. So for the first year in 7 years we are staying at home on Christmas Eve. We'll get to watch Christmas movies with the kiddo's and put them to bed early. Then have a "wrap" party to prepare all the kid's Christmas goodies! The point is, sometimes you have to say what it is that you want. If saying it doesn't work, then DECLARE it!





Here's my sweet bunch of Holiday munchkins at our recent family portrait.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!