Normally I have the tree all up by the day after Thanksgiving and the house covered with the various Christmassy trinkets we've acquired over the years.
This year, to be honest, I'm tired. And just not in the mood. Each day passes and I have not even the slightest desire to decorate. A friend came over yesterday and held Ivy while I wrapped presents. I was hoping that would jumpstart my holiday spirit.
I don't know what it is! And it's not that I am not into Christmas because I am. I think maybe it's the whole meaning of it all. Maybe my age- does your thirties suck all the fun and excitement and materialism out of it?
I know my heart is in the right place- I understand how my desire to not overshadow the Real Reason may be causing the other things to grow strangely dim.
Will my kids need therapy if we don't do a tree?
Ok, ok! I might need therapy if we don't do a tree. Going to get one today.
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