If you’ve been reading my blogs for a while, you know that this time of the year makes me a little more than anxious and I would give just about anything to press the “fast-forward” button on December. Don’t get me wrong. I love taking the two weeks of PTO at the end of the year, but I’d much rather have the time off without the holiday “cheer” encroaching upon it.
I’ll do a quick recap of why so those who don’t know don’t have to go searching back through old blogs to figure out why I dislike the season that so many wait patiently all year for.
Dad was a Christmas-aholic. He was obsessed. We have boxes and boxes and BOXES of Christmas stuff here. Lots of it is actually still “hanging around” because he got bad quickly after Christmas 2011…and I just didn’t have time to clean it up. Seven years later, it stands as a horrific reminder of the worst day of my life. Yeah, does that sound incredibly melodramatic? Probably. I still stand by that statement. I refer to the day dad died because in effect, I lost both my parents that day.
So, here it is…November 29…almost December and I’m really just holding onto the fact that I get to take December 14-January 1 off from work…while everyone else is excited for giving gifts and decorating, and all that crap. Not me. I’m glad that I have time off but I struggle to “get in the spirit” because it’s just another day to me.
I kinda doubt that mom even knows the holiday is coming up. If we didn’t mention it to her she wouldn’t know…she might surprise me there but after having her show surprise that I had turkey for Thanksgiving dinner growing up, I’m getting a little bit numb.
Promise…I will do my one dip into self pity and then step away. Others have it worse than I do, I know. If I didn’t have this blog to “blow off steam” I’d probably be mumbling in a corner somewhere.
God bless you all – have a wonderful holiday. Enjoy it for me.
And for those of you not celebrating…here’s a hot guy…