Had turkey. Visited with my in-laws. Everything was very pleasant, not good post fodder.
I was PMS-ing the whole time, as usual, except every year it gets harder to hide the Crazy. Midol, come here, my lover. It takes away the Crazy and the Bloat, but the Tired is a three-day mooching houseguest.
Upside, my house is very clean. (Have to impress the MIL with my domestic goddess powers.) Downside, I’m exhausted, and the dirty laundry, hidden in closets and sprayed with Febreze, is overflowing. Hey, even domestic goddesses have to cheat at certain times of the month.
Something that occurred to me as I philosophized about the holidays: the holidays are all about giving, but different aspects. Thanksgiving focuses on receiving gifts from a higher power, Christmas gift-giving allows you to reestablish your link with the physical world, and for New Year you give the gift of forgiveness to yourself, starting fresh.
You got a problem with my holiday philosphy? Bring it.
Now where did I put that Midol?
Filed under: Personal growth
I think your theory on the holidays is as good as any other I have heard and better than most.
I don`t know where you put the midol and I don`t have any to lend you. I am too cheap. If the store brand ASA doesn`t work I just suffer - and I bet others do too.
I must tell you how impressed I am. You cooked,cleaned and still had it in you to be a good hostess! All this while under physical and mental duress. Thats why they call you “Mom”, right?
I like the bit about having to impress MIL with domestic skills. I feel the need to prove to her that I can work, mother, write novels, AND keep the house clean. She compliments me by saying I’m artsy and giving me scarves.