The End of the World is coming, or as we call it in New England, "snow", and as usual the timing is less than optimal. I haven't finished shopping, the Thanksgiving decorations aren't quite down, there is nothing Christmas-y up, and the toll of four jobs is wearing me out. My fa-la-la could use a tuneup.
I am finding myself nostalgic for all the missing faces this week. I miss the people I love who have died this year. I miss having little kids in the house (although I adore my big college hunks). My Weight Watchers meeting wasn't a big spirit booster this morning, either. And there is the ever present question: "Where the heck to begin????" I'm hoping that shoveling some of the stuff out of the living room and putting up the creche on the mantel will make me feel a little more in touch with the season. Assuming I can get to it at the back of my closet through the mountain of shoes and unidentifiable piles of stuff. I long for order in my life, but that takes time and time seems to be the one thing out of which I find myself. OK..I still enjoy the challenge of not ending the sentence with a preposition, but outside of that, I'm in a pretty pissy mood.
So it's off to find the outdoor lights and to put them up in 20 degree weather. The boys will arrive this week, which always makes my heart glad. I'm not in a dither over shopping this year, either. I think it's time to down-scale that whole side of this holiday. The greed and frenzy that precedes this celebration of the birth of the Son of God who never watched (or missed) a TV ad continues to confuse me. When did all That become all this?
I just want to be together with my family and friends and still stay within my Weight Watchers Points Plus target. Now THAT would be a Christmas miracle.
(And yes, one of the four jobs is as Mrs. Claus.)
I am finding myself nostalgic for all the missing faces this week. I miss the people I love who have died this year. I miss having little kids in the house (although I adore my big college hunks). My Weight Watchers meeting wasn't a big spirit booster this morning, either. And there is the ever present question: "Where the heck to begin????" I'm hoping that shoveling some of the stuff out of the living room and putting up the creche on the mantel will make me feel a little more in touch with the season. Assuming I can get to it at the back of my closet through the mountain of shoes and unidentifiable piles of stuff. I long for order in my life, but that takes time and time seems to be the one thing out of which I find myself. OK..I still enjoy the challenge of not ending the sentence with a preposition, but outside of that, I'm in a pretty pissy mood.
So it's off to find the outdoor lights and to put them up in 20 degree weather. The boys will arrive this week, which always makes my heart glad. I'm not in a dither over shopping this year, either. I think it's time to down-scale that whole side of this holiday. The greed and frenzy that precedes this celebration of the birth of the Son of God who never watched (or missed) a TV ad continues to confuse me. When did all That become all this?
I just want to be together with my family and friends and still stay within my Weight Watchers Points Plus target. Now THAT would be a Christmas miracle.
(And yes, one of the four jobs is as Mrs. Claus.)
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