…you might be a little stressed.
You are going to be so edgy that when listening to the holiday hits on Galaxie and Placido Domingo comes on belting out his tenor rendition of “A Medley of Christmas Carols”, you actually might need to change your drawers.
You are going to host your father and stepmother in a Yuletide dinner this Friday.
You are faced with a second “snow day” due to freezing rain, exactly a week post-the OTHER “snow day” bus cancellation day. And you can’t drive your kids in to the school, because you have to care for someone ELSE’S children.
You are hosting a Christmas dinner for your mother and her husband a week from tomorrow. Full spread.
You are trying with every fibre of your being to not continually cry whilst reminiscing about that 911 call you made last night because your oldest son started issuing threats.
You are also having to skirt around your children’s questions as to why there were police cars at your house and why didn’t they have their lights on?
You are required to keep functioning and place your focus on the family that surrounds you with eager anticipation at YuleFather and Santa and presents, OH MY! while you really want to crawl into a hole and not come out.
What’s your go-to remedy in a situation such as this?
I wish I had Martha Stewart’s phone number. That is one badass chick to survive a prison stay and still want to dazzle you with baubles and cookies and I simply want to punch Placido in the junk.
My go-to at the moment, flaring, in pain – both in my joints/musculature and soul – is to believe that I have enough.
I have enough time.
I have enough friends.
I have enough love.
I have enough squidges from messy little holiday craft-makers.
I have enough coffee (and a small stash of Bailey’s in my fridge).
I can sure as shit tell you this…while you’re out enduring the hustle and bustle of the commercialism and materialistic essence of the impending holiday season, please remember The Belief Effect…
It can change with a single phone call.
I haz it.