Well, Christmas is just ten days away. I can't believe it and more importantly (sadly), I don't care. WHAT you exclaim (yes, I heard you). How can one not care about Christmas? Well, I don't this year. Yes, I bought the presents, put up the tree, and even baked cookies. But nothing is screaming Christmas at me. I'm not sure if it's because my dad is no longer here to suffer with me through the silly and somewhat stupid gifts that ineveitably get given or if I'm just over the whole Christmas thing. Getting gifts is nice. Giving is much more joyous. But I'm not excited about the gifts I'm giving this year. Maybe it's because I didn't pick them all out. My husband picked out several and then wrote my name on the tag (don't fret, it's a joint gift, something that happens when you get married). But they didn't take a lot of thought, they were all off a list (which is nice because you know they will like it) but well, it's still a little depressing.
Maybe it's the lack of money in my life that is making this harder. The more money the more freedom you have to give what you want. Or maybe it's the fact that waking up and getting out of bed gets harder every day. One day I just may not get out of bed. I wonder what will happen. Will I have to feign an illness or just tell hubs, nope not going to work today. Staying in bed. Go away. I'm not trying to be all depressing on you folks (really, I only have one follower, let's not kid ourselves) but really, is it really worth it to get up every day when you are going to a job you dislike and you have no motivation?
Maybe I need a project. I am going to (please let there be time) make a scrapbook/photo album for my brother and my mother with stuff about dad. Maybe having a project will help me out of the dulldroms.
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