I really, really, really tried to enter into the season with an over-the-top holiday attitude. Since this is my first December..really ever...where I haven't been in school I wanted to enjoy the season in a stress free non finals taking manner. I wanted to go home for Christmas. I wanted to shop and get everybody great presents on good deals. I wanted to craft cute homemade holiday decorations for the house. I wanted to bake Christmas cookies and go look at lights on the houses. I wanted to send out Christmas cards with sweet personal messages to let my friends and family know how much I love them. I wanted Christmas music playing 24/7.
Today, while standing in line for an hour at the post office only to get to the front and find out that the machine was broken and having to pay triple to send a box UPS I decided that I am so over Christmas.
First off, not going home for Christmas. We can't afford it, which was a large pill to swallow since I HATE IT HERE and wanted nothing more then to go home for Christmas. The stress of shopping for everybody's Christmas presents has led me to waking up at odd hours, standing in long lines, fighting with old ladies, and putting me in a super grumpy Grinch attitude. I have not crafted or bought a single thing for the house. Well, that's a lie. I bought Kadira and Toby stockings at the Dollar Store with little paws on them. They are hanging on our chimney and seriously look like I bought them at the dollar store. I tried to bake Christmas cookies once and messed them up so I threw the batter away. My Christmas cards are still not out, and WARNING WARNING your sweet personalized messages are going to be much shorter because I simply do not have the time or energy to write thoughtful things and get them out before Christmas. The one thing that has happened is that I am listening to Christmas music 24/7...while at work...there is a particular instrumental rendition of Deck the Halls that I hear approximately 5 times a day that makes me feel like I am getting repeatedly shot at the end.
The long and short of it is that I am over you 2009. Oh so over you. I can't wait for 2010 so that I can have my metaphorical year "do over" and start fresh.