Last night I got into a little bit of a Yuletide snit. Not unusual, considering it's almost Christmas and we put a whole lot of pressure on ourselves to make everything perfect. And I don't mean to sound sexist, but for most of the women I know, we're the ones that do most of the stuff. We decorate, we shop for the whole family, we do the majority of the baking and wrapping and writing and mailing.
So last night, with only a few gifts left to wrap and one stocking to consider, I wanted to relax and watch something on TV. But I couldn't do that because our DVR was recording too many things and what I wanted to watch would have interrupted stuff that my husband and I wanted to see later.
So - I got in a snit, shut a bedroom door and decided to finish my wrapping. My husband quickly canceled whatever was recording for him and told me as much but I decided to remain annoyed. Oh, the injustice. A woman's work is never done! "Forget it. I have stuff do to anyway!"
And after a couple of minutes and a reality check, I got over myself. What kind of world do we live in where we get our knickers in a bunch because our DVR is too busy to accommodate us? Or because we have too many presents to wrap?
Wow. My joy meter was broken. What would I have done if I had a real problem? Like not being able to pay the mortgage? Or the heating bill? Or groceries?
So, feeling like a total d-bag, I apologized to my husband, poured myself an adult beverage and sat down and played with my dog. Relaxation ensued. (She has that power.)
Everything will get done. Fun will be had. Joy will be spread. And there will still be plenty of mindless television to watch when the whole thing is over.
So . . . please . . . do yourself a favor if you get in that particular frame of mind. Relax. Hug your dog or pet your cat. Enjoy your family. Get over yourself and don't make everything so hard on yourself.
And have yourself a merry little Christmas.