By "this" I mean Christmas.
Don't get me wrong. I am so excited to see my kids open their gifts that I could just pee myself right now. And I enjoy immensely dressing them up in cute matching Christmas dresses and showing them off.
But that's where the fun stops.
I am one of those people that stress easily anyway. I have little meltdowns over the stupidest things. For instance, I once threatened to leave the ex because he was giving the girls pizza while they were wearing white shirts. In my defense, I had told the fucker on more than one occasion to always ALWAYS bib. But anyways, my point is that I get stressed.
Christmas stresses me out. I always overextend myself trying to make everyone happy. So far I have set myself and the kids up to go to my gramcracks, as I do every year. She lives about half an hour away, no biggie. I want them to be able to see the kids on Christmas, or else they wouldn't really have a Christmas.
And then I went and agreed to go to my dad's house too. I see my dad like 3 times a year, so I would have felt bad if I said no when he called today and asked me to bring the girls down. He lives about another half hour past my grams. And then on my way home, I have another stop to make at Ronda's. That won't take long, I just want to stop and see her on Christmas.
So that's three different places. In three different cities. On one day. I will have to plot out time allotments to make sure I get everywhere and make it back home in time for the kids to enjoy their gifts for a bit before bed. I hate being on a time limit. And I hate that I will spend my Christmas ushering the kids from place to place.
Maybe I'm a Scrooge. Maybe I'm just lazy! But I wish I could spend the day just sitting home, drinking coffee, playing with my kids.
I say this every year, but next year will be different. Next year I will celebrate with the extended family the day after, or the day after that, and spend the actual holiday at home. Or at least I'll damn sure try!


















