Quiet time... Peace On Earth time... One of the most predictable days of my entire year time.
I love Christmas, with all it's Joy and Love and gift giving/receiving. All the yummy food and family and friends. Snow on the ground and clear night skies to watch the stars twinkle. The tree in the living room giving off an ethereal glow. I can almost hear harps playing and angels alighting in my yard. I love it. Of course, due to the holiday and what it entails with children at home, I know what I will be doing that day.
Back on December 25, 2006, I posted a silly little blog on MySpace (don't judge) about my Christmas holiday. And frankly I don't see that much has changed at all. I still feel the need to offer up the baked goods, I think it is a genetic thing. I see all sorts of stories and Facebook posts of my families wondrous oven-baked love. My motivation toward doing it though is mostly just the need of thinking it's a good idea, then not doing it. It's okay, I hardly announce my plans to douse the family with carbohydrates so they hardly miss it.
After the near miss of oven loving is followed by The Wait. I wait for kids to eat dinner. I wait for kids to watch a movie, I wait for kids to get ready for bed. I wait for them to stop asking go to the bathroom, and asking for water. I wait for them to actually fall asleep. I tried that "lock them in the dungeon" routine before. My yelling and screaming at them to quit doing anything but mimicking a plank and breathing seems oh so much more effective. Plus it sure stirs up my heart rate. How could using a form of cardio not be a good thing?
The Wait was what I usually thought of as the hardest part, that is until I found out what a shopper my husband really is. That man likes to buy, he LOVES to just drown the kids in presents. Everything and anything cool is usually something he gets. If the kids get a set of clothes and bedding, I probably picked it out. If they got the latest xBox 360 game, he tossed it in the cart. Oh well, at least I know my gift choices make for warmer days or nights, right? No, The Wait is not the hardest part, not with the Shopaholic there to give me sleep deprived seizures. He gets so much cool stuff, but does he wrap the majority of it? Yea, that's right. I have the skill, so I wrap until I keel. I remember one year wondering if it REALLY was 3:30am or was I just hallucinating from tape and paper fumes. Alas, I was not and that Christmas is forever stricken from the family albums and not even mentioned in whispers out of my earshot. Most of the kids don't even know why the restrictions LOL
I know that I would solve any and all problems of late wrapping if I would just wrap as I go, but come on, we all have our own little Holiday Traditions, right? And I won't even pretend mine are healthier than most, because I am sure my health has declined just from Christmas alone.
That being said, I am passing The Wait by writing a bit on my blogs, but I do believe that I hear the Merry Shopping Elf giggling in the closet where the gifts are hidden, so I had better go rein him in until the proper time for wrapping magic.
Merry Christmas everyone, please love any and all, no matter who they are and what they have done. It's the Season for New Beginnings and Peace, but only by our own works. <3
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