We get into a fight (maybe that is too harsh - argument, disagreement, scuffle, battle royale?) - days before Christmas.
But I am NOT STRESSED this year.
OH! Maybe the Bah Humbug is?? Well, it is possible, but don't ruin my good mood because of it. Why would there be stress? It can't be the amount of money in the bank account after Santa raided it. It can't be the 17 people coming over on Christmas Eve. It can't be worrying if the kids will be happy Christmas Day. I mean what's to stress about? It's not like I am nagging or anything, I have only mentioned the following things less than 20 times EACH:
I need a good White Elephant. HELP ME THINK!!
You're going to shovel the walkway better than that right?
The garage is going to be cleaner on Christmas Eve, right?
What are you planning on making for breakfast Christmas morning?
Are you going to clean out your five junk baskets before Christmas Eve?
What are you going to wear?
He's not the only Bah-Humbug out there either!
I can name SEVERAL bad cases. They know who they are. Of course I have not had any humbug attacks. NONE. Clearly. (don't ask my kids)
This may be my last post until after the festivities because tomorrow on MY VACATION DAY, (as usual) I will be cleaning, baking, decorating, setting out clothes, organizing and doing all things that any proper hostess would do WITH A SMILE of course.
I promise a great post after Christmas. I haven't been able to share this story because it has to do with the gift to my parents and they haven't gotten it yet, so I do not want to spoil anything,
But WAIT FOR IT.
Merry Christmas, Good Night, and don't let the bah-humbugs bite.