Blah Humbug

This has been the year of the holiday blah.

I just can’t seem to get into the Christmas spirit. Christmas Eve. I have been up since 5:30, and here I sit, waiting for Brad to come out of his third shoulder surgery this year. Is that the best way to spend Christmas Eve?

We did spend three fantastic nights in Greer earlier this week, playing games, eating snow, sledding, getting stuck in the snow, waiting for tow trucks, and watching eight glorious inches fall from the sky. That was relaxing.

But when we got home yesterday, I evaluated my Christmas Day preparations.
Hadn’t wrapped a single gift.
Didn’t know what my food assignment was for Christmas Eve.
Hadn’t mailed my Christmas cards (full disclosure: I just finished addressing them here in the waiting room. I’m so lame.)
Couldn’t remember what my food assignment was for Christmas Day.
Hadn’t finished my sewing.
Didn’t make treats for any of my neighbors.
Hadn’t taken the little kids to see Santa.

Where did the season go? All that time. Gone.

Where did my Christmas Spirit go this year?
Is it due to a new baby and all that exhaustion?
Is it because I’m entering a new phase of life—old mom to a newborn, young mom to a married daughter?
Is it related to Brad’s busy busy life?
Is it all Obama’s fault?

All I know is that I have only a few more hours to kick this "not-quite-a-Grinch-but-nothing-near-an-elf" mindset.
Next year, I’ll do things differently.
I say that every year.
Sigh.

As soon as Brad returns from his anesthesia-induced nausea, I’ll hurry the kids to Bass Pro Shop. I hear their Santa’s pretty good. Better late than never, right?