Nope, You're Not a Grinch
Although you may feel Grinch-like at times, it's just because you're worn out from the holidays.
You get into the holiday spirit more than most people - and you truly enjoy celebrating with your family and friends.
I really do love Christmas and most aspects of it. I do love the shopping for the right gift, the decorating, planning the dinner and days, the wrapping, and for the most part the baking. I've been a baking fiend lately. I have made 6 different kinds of cookies already. I am doing one more because I promised my son these cookies. They're one of his faves and Christmas isn't quite the same if they are not on the cookie tray. And I've got to make a couple trays of toffee, which is super easy, I just need to do it. And then I'm quiting the baking. If you've read my blog for any length of time, you know what an accomplishment this is for me. I'm so not a baker. My children are wondering who this alien baker is that has inhabited their mother's body for the past couple of weeks and are wondering when the regular non-baking mommy is going to return. They're probably hoping to squeeze out a few more kinds of cookies for the freezer before I return to my regular, sane, non-baker status.
Most of everything is wrapped. There is just a few things left, some of which include birthday gifts for Tia who decided 13 years ago that noon on Christmas day was as good a time as any to make her entrance into this world.
But being honest, I must admit this year I'm feeling it. I'm feeling quite overwhelmed and tired. Just plain tired. Like I could sleep for 24 hours straight if only given the chance. Could I be getting older? Gulp. I can't believe I just wrote that. I was the first to not let my dear hubby get away with using getting older as an excuse for getting tired and not being motivated to attend every little thing and do every little thing. "Age is a state of mind" I'd declare to him from the top of my soap box of being 6 years younger than him. And now here I am, feeling oh, so tired. I wonder if eating my words comes in a nice cookie variety to help me swallow it easier?
Tired I am, but Grinch I am not. So onward to finish the last of the baking so I can retire those darn cookie sheets till the next urge.