Have I mentioned that I’m just not feeling the holiday spirit this year? At thanksgiving I was super excited for Christmas and merriment, but then I came down with the lingering virus of doom, and now all I want to do is lay around in my sweatpants. Which sounds really not that different from normal, but I assure you even my incredibly low standards are slipping. The baby has worn either a tinkerbell nightgown or her Anna dress for the past three weeks- alternating for washings. I haven’t even bothered to upgrade her to real leggings, so she just wears jammies constantly. Classy. I’ve even gone out IN PUBLIC without makeup on, and I don’t think that has happened in like 5 years.
Last week I decided I was over it, and I got my shit together long enough to attend the kindergarten gingerbread house day in Friday and a yoga class on Saturday. But then Sunday I had mystery nausea and vertigo, leading to a big backslide of fatigue this week.
So. Over. It.
I did some initial Christmas shopping on Amazon this week,* but now I’m out of ideas and not really looking forward to fighting my way through any stores to make up the difference so everyone gets the same number of gifts. And I did the most half assed decorating possible, but hey, at least I finally did something. Bonus, I only have to remember to move the elf 10 times!
I still have a gingerbread house (or village? Can’t remember which kit I bought this year) to do with the kids, which I figure will be a good activity next week when they’re off school. But in general I am just calling this year done, and turning my attention toward New Years. Every year I want to set resolutions, but then I sort of forget to plan them out in time to actually implement on January 1st.
I’ve got 2 weeks- surely I can manage to get it together by then.
*I always do the bulk of my shopping online, necessitating the tale that Santa ships his present early to the kids that he knows are super good. I went ahead and wrote a poem about it, which you can read here