I’m wiped. The holidays hit me like a freight train. And now it’s 2018. What!?! How did that happen?
The last 6 weeks have been insane. Thanksgiving usually is the first step in the craziness of the holidays. If I’m being honest, it’s probably my favorite holiday. Sitting in a car for 6 plus hours one way, is not for the faint of heart. However, we are rewarded with endless meals and lots of lazy time. Give me all the food…and none of the responsibilities. It’s amazeballs.
Family time every day, yo.These cousins love it.
Immediately, after begins the year end crunch. I’ve been in sales now for almost 17 years. December’s suck. Like really suck. I’m married to someone also in sales. His December’s suck, too. It’s a literal run for money. The year end push is as crazy as it gets in business.
If that’s not stressful enough, we throw even more holidays on top of it. Because December needs more stuff for us to do.
My husband is Jewish, and I was raised Catholic. Today, I’m as non-practicing as you can get. I’ve only seen the insides of a Catholic Church for baptisms, weddings, and funerals these days. Catholic school and I did not get along. I was the consummate student, but for reasons (probably better meant for another post) I am choosing to not raise my kids in the faith I was raised in. My poor grandmother is rolling hard in her grave over that one.
V turned 3 this year, and the holidays were extra special. She’s starting to understand what’s going on, and let’s be honest, loves the idea of getting presents. What kid doesn’t?
With V getting older, and the addition of Eman, my husband wanted to start to teach our kids about Judaism. This meant we celebrated Hanukkah this year, as well. Dan taught V the story behind Hanukkah, and we lit the Menorah each night as a family. And well, I may have gone a little crazy and did 8 days of little presents for the kids.
It’s not a holiday unless I can make myself crazy and over plan! I also learned the correct way to light the candles.
Hint this isn’t it:
It’s the thought that counts,right?
Christmas stopped being a religious holiday for me years ago. I still enjoy celebrating it for the family occasion it has become for my family. We still put up a tree, gather for dinner, and spoil the kids with presents. It’s a time for us to get together as a family.
And for me to over commit myself to everything.
If Christmas work parties, Cousin’s Christmas, Santa visits, and actual Christmas celebrations weren’t enough, we did this:
We might just have bought ourselves a house. I mean, it’s not official until we sign our lives away at the end of this month. But shit got real.
Don’t go to an open house ever. It can be very dangerous for the pocket book.
Buying a new house meant getting our current digs ready to sell. Yeah, getting a house ready during the holidays with two small children is a special kind of torture.
We survived. And this happened.
So we crossed our everything’s, and put up our holiday decorations. And then did all the holiday things.
Obligatory Santa photo
Yummy baked goods
Ultimately, we survived December. It was pretty good to us. We ate all the things, opened all the presents, and hugged all the family.
Now it’s January in the Midwest. I can no longer feel my toes, and my kids don’t understand why presents no longer are magically appearing. Classic holiday hangover here.
We also brought home the ultimate holiday gift. Germs: the gift that keeps on giving. This hangover is in full on plague mode.
If you’re still reading and in a giving mode,we are accepting cough syrup and all the Kleenex. ALL THE KLEENEX. And all expense paid vacations to tropical islands free of the plague.