I have a desire to write today, without simply saying the same things I’ve been saying for two weeks.
Ronan is still sick. I am now sick. If his poor little throat hurts even a fraction of what mine hurts, he is in some serious pain.
He woke us all up with his coughing all night last night. How can anyone get better without sleep?
There.
I’m done with that.
Christmas is coming up. I know you know it. I bought our first Christmas tree for our family this year, and it actually had me excited for Christmas for a few days! I’ve done a little Christmas shopping, we have Ronan mostly bought for, but I can’t help but start to feel the pressure again. Who do we buy for? Do we do Christmas cards? Should we take a Christmas picture? I don’t know when to start decorating. I have an urge to do it now, but I feel like it’s a bit premature. I hope I still have the energy to do it in a few weeks time. I might have to ask for some help!
I always start out with the greatest of intentions, and somehow it all gets lost in the jumble. Last year, my mom and dad were here for a few days so we did some Christmas baking. It was really wonderful, and I find myself aspiring to do it again this year… only this time it will be solo. Mom kept up with the baking while Dad and I ran out for a few things we needed, and she kept Ronan on the floor by her the whole time. It didn’t even begin to phase her. The ease and comfort with which she handles everything makes me envious. I want to be able to do things like she does.
Brock and I have also talked about what kind of Christmas traditions we want for our family. This year may be the first year we stay at home for Christmas morning, rather than spending the night at Grandmom and Granddad’s. Ronan is getting old enough to understand a little about what is going on, and we want him to remember Christmas mornings at home, and Christmas evenings with family.
I wish I had unlimited funds, and didn’t stress out about buying for everyone I care about. I wish I had the time and energy to be crafty and give home-made gifts. I wish I lived a little closer to my family. I hope the Christmas bug bites me hard this year… it’s been a while.
