Monday, December 15, 2008

Bah Christmas!

This is not turning out to be the Christmas of my dreams, again. I'm trying to keep with the message of the season that was imparted on us at Mass on the first Sunday of Advent that was basically to "slow down" this time of the year. Do not turn it into a rush of gathering, doing and wanting. So I'm really trying. But once again our living room is trashed. What turned into a goal to finish the project by 7pm on Saturday has evolved into not even a speck of primer on the wall by Monday afternoon. But I'm trying. Really. I haven't even questioned why it took ACE 1 1/2 hours to mix the paint on Saturday afternoon. Or how a simple trip to Frank's for sliced jalapenos during the paint purchasing trip required me to go back to Frank's to replace the mild whole peppers that were purchased. If I were Charlie Brown I would let out a wide-mouthed scream. But I'm not. So now, like a good little non-judgmental wife, I'll go clean the dry-wall dust in the living room and leave you with last year's Christmas photo that I am tempted to use again this year because that project has been neglected.

Yes, we did opt for Buchta instead of Ollie in the photo because she was able to cooperate.


Lisa Greenfelder said...

You have every right to bah humbug. The person who gave that well meaning, very idealistic advice has NO KIDS! Seriously! His heart is in the right place, but he has maintenance men to paint things, someone else to pay them, secretaries to send out his Christmas cards, a cleaning lady and NOBODY to cook or clean for.
ps. Sorry Joe wasn't there on Saturday to mix your paint. He was at Bronner's fighting the crowds to see santa. He would have been MUCH happier at the hardware.

Erin the Librarian said...

I'll bribe them all to sit still tomorrow night for a picture with pizza and pop!

meredith said...

I am so glad that I am not the only one without Christmas cards out or home jobs done or what else do we have to do?! I say that next Christmas we moms book a cruise (they should be cheap) and go off by ourselves and let the husbands do the cooking, planning, shopping, wrapping, making sure it's "even"ing, etc. Can they do it? Who am I kidding - Santa doesn't visit me anymore!