This. Week.

If you follow me on Twitter 1. I apologize for the yelling; 2. Thank you for your sympathy and/or not yelling at me for the yelling; and 3. You know this weekend was a tough one.

This happens every year, and I really have to learn to LET IT GO.

“This” being: I want the house to look nice and be decorated for Christmas. The girls purport to want to decorate, yet provide very little cleaning even with repeated requests; and Dan says he likes waiting until the last minute. So in short, I get very little support for, “Come on, let’s decorate today!”

The thing is, I can barely keep up with daily cleaning (and mail opening, apparently. That became painfully apparent as I went through FOUR BOXES of mail on Saturday. Some of which is unopened mail from six months ago. What is wrong with me??). Doing the heavy lifting of decorating (sometimes literally) is too much for me to take on. So the girls bug me about decorating, I bug Dan, I have the girls bug Dan, and Christmas Eve rolls around with no tree.

Dan’s take is “Let’s decorate Christmas Eve!” But my take is: I work DAMN hard to be done well before Christmas Eve. I chip away at gift buying and gift wrapping because I don’t want to be up past midnight on Christmas Eve. I intend to come home next Tuesday, exchange gifts with the nanny, eat dinner at my in-laws, put the kids to bed by 9 p.m. (okay, maybe 10 p.m. for the girls), put gifts under the tree — er, wait for Santa — and go to bed. I’m not spending my Christmas Eve figuring out why a string of lights is not working.

I stayed up past 11 p.m. the last three nights, mostly cleaning and wrapping gifts. I bugged Dan endlessly on Saturday and Sunday about going down the basement (henceforth to be known as the Dreaded Basement) to see what we had in terms of decorations. Dan helped with cleaning — as I have said, Dan is a better cleaner than I, but I do it daily, and he does it weekly. Yesterday, I went out alone to finish up my shopping (almost done! Dan sprung a surprise request on me that I have to pick up). Dan asked what I wanted him to accomplish while I was gone. I told him. He went next door to help his parents finish covering their dining room chairs. And then went to the Hobbit movie with a couple of my cousins.

Aside: there are pros and cons to the fact that he went to see the current installment of the Hobbit without me. Pro: I can wait to watch it with him when it comes out on DVD, and don’t have to sit through it in a theater. Con: Three-plus hours spent not decorating.

In the meantime, I had a panic attack in Target. Then I woke up today at 4 a.m. and thought about all the stuff I was going to do instead of working out this morning: take out garbage; vacuum; sweep kitchen floor; venture into the Dreaded Basement to assess damage from last year’s flood — this one more than anything kept me awake about an hour. I DON’T WANT TO GO DOWN THE BASEMENT. I hate it. Oh, and empty the dishwasher. Instead I fell back to sleep around 5 a.m., and didn’t hear my alarm, and thus didn’t wake up until 7 a.m. I’m lucky I got the kids fed, made coffee, and got the girls to school on time.

So, this week:
Tonight: GNO, a good thing; however, like Dan going to the Hobbit movie, time I will be having a good time and thinking about the house-related stuff I should be doing.
Tuesday: Bath night.
Wednesday: The girls’ school Christmas concert. I opted not to hire a sitter, so, HA, good luck with that.
Thursday: Bath night.
Friday: I *may* take the kids out to shop for Dan. If I don’t do it that evening, I don’t know if/when it’ll get done.
Saturday: My in-laws are taking the children out for their Christmas outing. I plan to bake/cook the afternoon away.
Sunday: Social thing. Finish up what’s not done.

I expect some late nights (i.e. 11 p.m. or later) this week. Or early mornings.

Just, please, not both.

Are you ready to snap at people who ask if you’re ready for Christmas? Or are you mellow?

6 thoughts on “This. Week.

  1. ‘I am not ready I am not ready I am not ready I am not ready.’ That is the voice in my head…make it stop!! I do panic when asked if I am ready because (maybe you have heard) I am NOT. It is the gift purchasing that has me feeling behind. I will take care of it late at night at the (horrible) mall so it will get done. I just have no plan this year. My kids want a random collection of piddly stuff and I am torn between running from store to store to get each little piddly thing OR getting them something that they did not ask for but could be pretty cool. Like a bike. Getting a bike is Christmas-ish, right? A bike instead of a (Dr. Who) Sonic Screwdriver and a Tangled tee shirt and an Olaf stuffed toy would be nice, right? RIGHT??!

    Two things that I have let go of over the years when it comes to Christmas. 1) My husband will not decorate the tree. I am fine with this now, but it used to cause me heartache. I felt rejected for some reason. 2) I don’t send Christmas cards. It was cards or my sanity, I chose sanity.

  2. WHY in the world does he want to wait until Christmas Eve to decorate?? I would haaaate that. I want stuff done early! Christmas Eve is for celebrating- all those things you said! Not fussing with decorations. The whole weekend would have made me SO angry. Yelling justified!! ;)

  3. We decorate on Black Friday, or at least that weekend. We always have off, we are always stir crazy, and if I don’t do it then I never will. I have the kids do most of it, I even just sat back and let them decorate the tree this year (oh, I twitched, trust me).

    As for shopping, that same weekend I usually sit down with them and create a wishlist on Amazon. After bed I go through it again (removing ridiculous stuff) and add my own surprises. This nips the shopping problem in the butt, as a week or two before Xmas (and after the family has cherrypicked the gifts they want to buy) I just click “add ALL to cart” and I’m done.

    That being said, I didnt send cards this year. It broke my heart not to, but had to be done.

    Next year, we all need to arrange a rotating play date or something so each of us can have a few hrs to ourselves. Or hire some teenagers to do it?

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s