There’s no Try it Tuesday today. Yeah, I know, I’m sad too. Why is there no Try It Tuesday? This is why:
Today has been a stressful, hectic, pull-your-hair-out-of-your-scalp kind of day. Between cutting my much-needed workout short due to a fussy baby (who subsequently screamed for 45 minutes straight no matter what I did) I also had to call some authors, work on some edits, and go grocery shopping so we could eat tonight.
My dad stayed home to care for my mother as she had a kidney stone removed. He agreed to watch after both his “baby girls” while I went to the store so I could get a break.
After a whirlwind trip through Walmart (I seriously think I set some sort of record for how quickly I got everything) I stood in line. I perused the magazines—and stared, drooling at Adam Levigne’s People cover—and saw a headline from Women’s Day magazine:
I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Stress-free holiday? What’s that?
Yeah, I don’t think that those words even belong in the same sentence.
It seems like since I turned 18, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year’s have progressively gotten more and more harried. It’s as though my muscles automatically tense up the day after Halloween. I start feeling pressure to get stuff done yesterday and an ulcer starts forming. I see Christmas decorations popping up left and right and I can feel the oncoming storm. Sometimes I think my personal holiday season inspired this song.
I don’t know about the rest of you, but we don’t just have one or two get-togethers for the holidays. This year, we have SEVEN functions—and that’s just for Christmas!
Last year, we had NINE. NINE!
And they always seem to take the same cycle. We plan them, I scurry about getting the Dirty Santa/Secret Santa/White Elephant gift, throw together a dessert, a side, or a main dish, get our outfits ironed and pressed, hurry out the door, get stuck in traffic on the way there, argue with Huff the Hubs over who should’ve drove, yell at the GPS for getting us lost, show up, put on a fake smile, make small talk, and I’m dreaming of a bubble bath with a glass of wine within the first 15 minutes.
I hate that.
I miss when the holidays were fun. Like when I was a kid and all I had to do was wear what my mom told me to and not drop anything on my new dress. I miss being able to just ride in the backseat, talking about what game we were going to play with the cousins first. I miss the absolute joy of decorating the Christmas tree with my family and seeing who was sneaky enough to get their “Baby’s 1st Christmas” ornament the highest on the tree (because whoever’s is the highest means they’re the best, obviously).
Now that I’m an adult, there are all these responsibilities and social protocols and things to buy and bake. It’s stressful. It wears me out. And, honestly, sometimes it just sucks.
So as I put my groceries on the belt at Wal-Mart and stared at the laughable 29 Tips For A Stress Free Holiday (one of which was: “consider carrying your wallet and ads in a zippered waist pack”; Sorry, I’m not Ted Mosby) I thought, “How can I make it not so stressful?”
And, really, the only tip I could think of was: hibernate til January.
What are your stay-sane tips for the holiday season? I could use some!