By Heather O.
I just couldn’t leave well enough alone. This year, for a variety of reasons, we decided not to travel back West to see our families for Christmas. For the second time in our entire marriage, we would be alone for Christmas. Just us.
I have been savoring the thought for a while. Ahh, alone. Nowhere to go. Just us.
What kind of Christmas is that? No frenzy of baking, no frenzy of cleaning, no mingling with eggnog and Christmas music in the background? Dh assured me he was completely fine without any of the things that leave us completely exhausted at the end of each and every season, but I just couldn’t take it. This just doesn’t feel right!
So, at the very last minute (very last minute, like, last night at 8:30 at night) I called some friends in the ward who I thought might want a little company on Christmas Eve. They have kids around J’s age, and they said they would love to come over for a simple dinner and some good conversation.
Now I’ve done it. The cleaning frenzy has begun (ok, I know, maybe I’m not actually cleaning at this second, maybe I’m actually blogging and eating Almond Roca and drinking a glass of milk, but it’s practically the same thing), and I’m dreading the second trip to the store I have to make tonight because of all of the things I forgot to get on the first trip today. (At Thanksgiving, it only took us 5 trips in 2 days to get everything. Not bad, really, if you consider that I’ve known my father to spend the entire day at the store on Thanksgiving and almost miss the feast). I’m putting up decorations that I figured we could do without because it was “just us”. And, at last, I feel like we have the holiday spirit.
After all, what’s Christmas without a little stress?
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