This week has been hellacious and a half. I forget that every year the weeks leading up to Christmas are miserable. And I don't like it. It's the reminder every year that working adults don't have Christmas break. I know, how many more years can I continue to whine about this? And when you have to bake and shop and decorate while holding down a job and keeping up with other responsibilities, all things Christmas start to feel a little more chore-like. I think December should be a month-long Christmas party with no work. But instead, I'm chained to my desk every day with only a festive mug and a Christmas playlist to keep the jollies alive. And then throw in the baby stuff and the nursery furniture that needs to be bought along with the presents and the fact that I've been waking up at least 12 times a night for the last week and can't good a night's sleep to save my life.
I know, I know. How dramatic can I be?
So much more dramatic, trust me.
But listen, it's ok. I'm coming around! This is the first year post-college that I have Christmas Eve AND the day after Christmas off work. You have no idea how excited I am about this. It's 5 day weekend! Not a 3 week long Christmas break, but by golly, I will take it and I will rock myself around the Christmas tree! And this weekend I'll wrap presents (which actually is nothing to celebrate if you knew how bad my wrapping is), and next week is baking, and a week from now my red plaid pajama pants and I will be watching Christmas movies in front of my parent's wood burning fire. And next year I'll have a 9 month old (hold me), and I imagine I'll be feeling much different about things. Plus, today I saw roughly 2 snowflakes and I just made some hella good sugar free hot chocolate.
There is hope for me yet.
Plus, being an adult means starting your own traditions. Like looking at this post of my last job's Christmas decorations two years ago. I'll never get over that upside down tree. Ever. Or the Christmas lights in the bathroom stalls. And! There's my annual Christmas Eve shirt that I bought a few years ago to make working on Christmas Eve a little less miserable. And the baking! I will forever make the fugliest sugar cookies, but they are delicious in ways you can't imagine.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go hunt down my flannel shirt and listen to that song up there on repeat all day while searching for cookie recipes instead of working. You should do the same.