Can you please slow DOWN?
Please? Pretty please?
I discussed yesterday my issue with missing out on December. I admit that this was entirely my fault. In fact, I did an admirable job catching up in the past twenty-four hours (all cards are written and mailed, presents are sorted and wrapped, shopping is complete, and prep for food is done). I’m giving you some of the blame, too, though. Since you’ve been pushing Christmas for so long, I no longer have the jolt that I need to start preparing for Christmas. You’ve lulled me into a false sense of security that Christmas is still far away… and it’s not.
It’s not even Christmas yet. I still have two full days to enjoy preparing for Christmas and the joy on my family’s faces for the season. Quit rushing me. I want to celebrate the season, and you’re making it awfully difficult.
Case in point. A week and a half ago — on December 11 to be exact, I received an email from our local baseball and softball organization letting me know that summer registration was now open. Are you kidding me? Two weeks before Christmas, and you want me to start thinking about a sport my children won’t be playing for another four plus months? Last year, I missed registration and signed up after teams had been formed, and now I know why.
Retail stores, you are not exempt. When doing a little shopping last weekend — a full week before Christmas, mind you, I noticed that the Christmas items were already being moved to the back and Valentine’s items are being displayed. Trust me, there’s no way I’m buying any Valentine’s when I don’t have any Christmas cards out.
I’m slowly figuring out why I’m constantly exhausted and feeling behind. There’s no time to enjoy the moment we’re in. And I refuse to go along with the constant rushing ahead into the next “thing.” Watch out, World. I am busy living in December. And enjoying it. Give me my Christmas. I’ll get back to you in February about Valentine’s Day. And in March or April about t-ball.