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My Christmas Spirit is Around Here Somewhere

I’ve fallen into the trap,  you guys. And it wasn’t even like I was pushed. I jumped, both feet in, eyes open and not even holding my nose. There’s no name for this trap, really. Because if I tried to describe it to you it’d sound more like oh-my-GAD-I’m-so-stressed-there’s-not-enough-time-in-the-day-holy-cow-I’m-never-going-to-be-able-to-do-it-all-WILLSOMEONEPLEASETELLTHOSECHILDRENTOSTOPBEINGSOLOUD? It’s kind of like that. The Stressed Mommy trap. The Holiday Hellfire trap. The Fa La La $%#@ It trap. Ooh.  I guess I do have a name for it. But I did it to myself. See, there’s the holiday stuff: the shopping, which I started early, thinking it would help my inevitable anxiety (BWAHAHAHA). There’s the decorating, and the wrapping, and the card ordering (I was going to go all Kardashian this year, but think they topped whatever I’d have dreamed up). There’s the cookie baking, and I should probably squeeze in some time with the kids at some point, I guess…

Vacation, All I Ever Wanted

Packing.  Packing is the worst.  Packing takes one week of laundry, cleaning, planning, list-making, shopping, sweating.  Packing means that my children will not be paid any attention (“You’re hungry?  Eh, here’s a loaf of bread, kid.  Have at it.”), nor will they venture out of the four brick walls of our house because dammitmommy’s busy. We went on vacation last week.  Do I sound relaxed? David gathered his clothes in 10 minutes flat, then spent another mere 20 packing up the car, alternating between cursing and asking me if really, do the kids really need to take this many toys?  We were going to the beach for a week–we would be outside, swimming and playing in the sand and running and flying kites.  But what if it rained, I said?  What if we’re stuck inside?  They have to have toys (and books and DVDS and coloring books and crayons…right?  Right?).  We battled.  I won.  (And then it rained the first night there.  Nah-nee-nah-nee-boo-boo…) So, off we went.  It took five hours to get to the beach (four for driving…