Saturday when I was in my hometown, I stopped by my sister's house to drop something off. The house was such a disaster area, I barely had room to walk. I can not imagine living like that, but it is her house, she lives alone, and generally isn't bothering anyone. I decided though, that she probably wasn't going to be hosting Christmas. I mentioned to my mother that I assumed she would be hosting this year, and there was a less than enthusiastic response. The dog that Robert left there last winter has done some very serious damage to Mom's house, and she doesn't necessary plan to take care of it until the dog is a little older. I can't blame her. I mentioned that I would be willing to host, although I seriously doubted that anyone would want to drive down to my house. Mom called yesterday, and I was correct...my sister definitely doesn't want to drive down, but she wants to host even less, so Christmas Day is at my house this year. I remember having to make an effort to slow down my racing heart when she told me that. I truly am happy to do it, but suddenly it all seemed overwhelming. I haven't had a school day off since September 9, and the next opening is November 18. I also have the giant band fundraiser that finishes at the end of the month, plus a trip to get my in-laws for Thanksgiving. Need the house cleaned before that, and then it is December, and aaaaccckkkk!
My goal is to try to slow down and focus on what really needs to happen (that includes grocery and laundry in the next 48 hours). I want to remember to hug and kiss my kids, and just focus on enjoying each day. Even thinking about that can be very calming. I want to enjoy the next seven weeks, not wish it all away!
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