Monthly Archives: December 2009

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!

Wreath on front door? Check
Christmas tree made of lights? Check
Presents wrapped? Check
Food for French Toast?  almost check

I am completely ready for my minimalist Christmas this year.  The lights on the dining room wall look really cute if I do say so myself.  I have decided to make French Toast for breakfast.  Nice and easy but still a bit special.

I hope that your holiday is everything you hope it will be.


Bad Parenting? Check!

Today, you can put an X on the box that says that I will have done everything to put the Christmas spirit into our house for our kids.  This year, the tree is not going up.  I have an old fashioned tree (about 13 years old) that requires you to put every limb in a slot and then arrange the lights and garlands and put on the ornaments.  This job primarily falls to me.  Yes, I might get some help to put the actual tree up but the helper flags by the time we get to the lights and garland.  I end up putting up the majority of the ornaments.  I cooked the Christmas meal by myself.  Last year, I believe that most of the task of putting away Christmas fell to me. 

This year, I am simply too tired mentally and emotionally to invest that time in creating the Christmas spirit for everyone.   Sometime in the  next two weeks, I will rummage around and find the kids stockings so Santa can come.  I will also find a string of lights and tape them to the wall in the shape of a Christmas tree.  I will throw together pancakes for breakfast (assuming we have the kids in the morning).  That is it.  

I am not the only parent in the children’s life.  This year, someone else can spearhead the effort and I will be the helper.  I bought the gifts and wrapped them.  I am done.  You can try and guilt me like someone at work is attempting to do but I have made my decision and will not be swayed.   It is true, I would prefer to get that black mark on my record than lead the Christmas spirit in our house.

Checked out?

I am still floating around.  The problem is that I don’t feel like writing right now.  Some people know a bit about what is going on in my personal life.  That tumult has effectively given me writer’s block.  Apparently, if I can’t be honest about what is bothering me then I can’t seem to write about anything.  I am around and I read my usual blogs and I will comment as the mood strikes me.  I will write as the mood hits but I suspect it will be few and far between.