So Christmas was mostly good, just look at how happy my children are. The part of Christmas that didn’t make the cut of “mostly good” was the barfing of four out of nine of members of my family on and around Christmas, which sort of put a damper on the celebration.
If I’m being honest, I just wasn’t feeling it this Christmas season despite my every effort to feel joy and merriment. For goodness sakes, I listened to Christmas music everyday leading up to the baby Jesus’ birthday and I ate sugar cookies with sprinkles, and decorated a damned gingerbread house. If all that isn’t jolly, I don’t know what is. Of course, in hindsight, I’m realizing that listening to Christmas music EVERYday and eating so many cookies could have possibly been a factor in my discontent.
And there’s the whole “woe is me, I moved away from my beloved Indiana” thing, too that could have contributed to my lack of holiday spirit. I’m certain you’re as tired of hearing about my move AGAIN as I am about FEELING this way. Seriously, if I could just GET OVER it, I would, OKAY. You just try moving twice in one year and see if your stress level starts sending out warning alarms and if you feel the magic of Christmas. I’m trying very hard to make the healing process speedier, dammit. *Huff* Proof of my effort: I’ve made a list of things to do each day that usually help me feel better.
1. Make my bed everyday.
2. Shower and get dressed everyday and apply at least some make-up.
3. Stop eating when I’m full instead of eating til I’m stuffed and end up feeling even worse.
4. Use expensive soaps, shampoos, and lotions.
5. Watch DVR’d episodes of The Hills, Real Housewives, and Top Chef.
Apparently cleanliness and trash TV are my Prozac. Also: being somewhat shallow.
I don’t think I’ve ever been more ready to see a year pass. Good riddance 2008. I’m desperately pleading for an uneventful 2009.