Anyone else feeling the holiday hassle yet?
Don’t get me wrong, I love me some Christmas. I mean, you could argue that I love the holidays even more than Clark Griswold.
I stood in line at the post office yesterday for 30 minutes, while the one person working was in no real hurry and that really chapped my ass and put me in the opposite of a holiday mood.
It didn’t even matter that Mariah Carey’s All I Want For Christmas Is You was playing, because all I want for Christmas is another person manning the counter.
I’m also hating that my usually quiet Target has been invaded by, what has to be, Closet People, because where else have they been all year?
Amazon Prime, people. You won’t ever have to leave your house again.
Another thing, the boyfriend and I are going to a fancy shmancy Christmas party at the Governor’s Mansion. Said boyfriend has expressly told me leggings are not a clothing option.
So, I have to wear, like, a real formal dress.
I have one from years ago, but I’ve been putting off trying it on, because I don’t even want to know how much fatter I’ve gotten.
Speaking of being fat, do you know how fucking hard it is to eat well when cookies are practically raining from the fucking sky and you can get egg nog-everything?
Not only are the crowds annoying and the over-abundance of treats gut-expanding, the pressures to have the absolute best holiday yet is EXHAUSTING.
Not only do I overbook myself with social engagements, I seem to always feel the need to add just one more fun craft project/event to the long list of holiday must-dos.
When will I ever learn that the best experiences happen when I have zero expectations and almost next to no plan?
Never. Never is when I’ll learn.
So, what are you stressing about this holiday season? How do you combat the manic-like need to do all the Christmas things?
Oh, the stress.