Christmas is already hectic enough between holiday school performances, class parties, adult parties, gift shopping, decorating, baking, wrapping, card addressing, hauling, traveling, outings…I do my best each year to really make sure all those things are still fun and enjoyable, because why else do them, really?
This year, however, I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed. Who knew that the holidays ARE a part time job? But they must be because my actual part time job has apparently taken that available time. I’m realizing that finding the time to accomplish the shopping and the organizing and the selecting is next to impossible when most of my free-to-just-me moments are occupied with work. Work I need to be doing. Work I want to be doing.
But I want to be working on Christmas ornaments with the kids, too. Only I haven’t had time to go to the craft store for supplies not to mention figure out what we’d be making. And I want to be carefully thinking of my loved ones and what I want to select for their gifts. I really do love those eureka moments when you’ve found the perfect gift for the perfect person. This year, I can’t even figure out what the kids are going to be getting – and they’re usually the easy ones. I want to be wrapping pretty packages of cookies for the boys’ teachers and creating family memories of warm apple cider and Christmas music.
I know. I know. I didn’t have the Norman Rockwell fantasy even when I wasn’t working, but at least I was attaining some level of postcard semi-perfection, if only for an hour here and there.
My strategy for the holidays, then? Anybody got any extra elves I could employ to either babysit my kids, do my shopping or clean my house? No? Or just not sharing? I suppose instead I’ll make lots of lists, fly by the seat of my pants and practice my deep breathing. That, and do a lot of shopping online in my jammies once the work is complete for the day and the kids are in bed.
And if I find myself starting to freak out, I’ll just pop in the John Denver and the Muppets album and boogie with the kids a little bit. I can’t freak out when belting out “five golden rings” with Miss Piggy, can I?