I tend to get just a teensy stressed out around the Christmas season. Gifts need to be bought, or made. There are cookies and treats to be baked for neighbors, friends, and teachers. Decorations to hang up, events to attend. This is why I ignore Tom when he mocks me for starting my holiday planning in August. This year though, even though I did start planning early, I managed to get behind and have spent the last two weeks trying not to have an anxiety attack. All the traveling we did this year was wonderful, but that plus a lot of visitors means your To Do list gets pushed back further and further.
Just this last week I have:
- Sewn so much that it even exhausted the dog.
- Had dinner with friends visiting from Utah. I hadn’t seen them since my wedding (even though we keep in touch on-line) so I forced them to take a picture with me, despite being in horrible lighting. That dinner made me realize once again that there are some people you will always be friends with, no matter where you live or how far apart your time together is. Funny side note: the girls were completely blown away by the fact that Randy’s boyfriend is named Tom. As Sophie said, “DADDY is Tom! We have TWO Toms?!” To think!
- We attended Ella’s pre-school Christmas program. It was awesome. The kids all dressed up as Christmas trees and sort-of sang, sort-of yelled some songs. You can see one of them here, and the re-creation of a few (at home – in pj’s – with Sophie’s help, of course) here.
- Started the first of several batches of anise drops. Made less boring (you have to beat the batter for at least 10 minutes) by my stand mixer and the iPad. I remember the years when I did those babies by hand – that was a labor of love.
(That’s not a filter, Jonny – I know you were thinking it – it’s just my awesome kitchen lighting, creating that 70’s glow. And hey, Marty – I’m reading your blog there!)
- Mixed in to all of that was more sewing, knitting, finishing and trashing pottery projects – all for gifts. And I’m not done yet, mostly thanks to some mistakes with clay that were partly my fault and partly out of my control. What does an anxiety attack feel like again? Oh yes, there it is…
In case all of this sounds a little Bah Humbug to anyone, I have to say that on the other end of all this, I have two little girls who completely believe in the magic of Christmas. Their faces light up so easily at any hint of the day to come and it really is catching. Their joy balances out my anxiety nicely. I am looking forward to Christmas morning almost as much as they are. Now if only I can get these last projects done…anyone want to keep me company in the sewing room?
Awesome. Next year I’m teaching her how to thread a needle – looking cute doesn’t get the projects off my machine any faster.
(P.S. – I finally put pictures from Wisconsin up on flickr. Did I mention I’m not exactly on top of things lately?)