Christmas, Christmas time is here, time for joy and time for cheer. I am missing the Christmas spirit. It may be sitting at the bottom of the pile of Christmas cards I have not yet sent. Or beneath the huge pile of credit card receipts I have racked up trying to provide the ultimate Christmas. The anxiety that I feel about Christmas ever year seems to grow worse and worse. Why? My children don’t particularly make me feel it nor does my husband. But, nonetheless, I feel it. I have Christmas shopping nearly done. I have to get my step-son his big gift and stocking stuffers all around. My parents are coming for Christmas this year. Which is nice. It is too difficult to travel with kiddos at this time of year. I am glad they are coming to my house. I have them covered with presents as well.
One of the main reasons that I get stressed is because of my step-son. He often has stated in Christmas’ past that he doesn’t get enough for Christmas. This year he wanted some computerized screen to put in his room. I cannot remember what it is called an I-screen??? Yeah okay, that is carrying a price tag of $1000.00 plus buckaroonies. Not happening. Not at this house anyway. This child has Christmas at three places, if not more. Here, his mothers and various grandparents. He gets more than enough. Plus he is older than the two kiddos that are here with me all the time, my other children. The difference in price between things for pre-schoolers and things for teenagers is amazing. But it looks like the little kids get more and I am stressed about this. I am not showing favoritism. I spent on each of them the same amount down to within $20.00 or so dollars. But, I can almost assure you that this is not going to fly. So that is why I am throwing up my hands at Christmas.
His mom and his step-dad both have incomes and combined they are probably making in the six-figure range. He is the only child at that house. His dad and I have one income and he is one of three kids at this house. I thought that things would be going smoothly this year due to the fact that he wanted to spend Christmas with his mom. His step-dad is away on business, however, his mom says he has to come here she is too busy. Which in itself is sad. I just feel bad for him. I know why he acts the way he does at times. But what is a lowly step-parent to do. I am not his mother or his father. I love him and he is a good kid. Anywho… that is one of the causes of my stress.
But I could have an illness or something else to deal with so it really isn’t that bad. My mother wants to spend Christmas with me and I am thankful for that. Maybe writing has gotten a little of this off my chest so that I have a little room for some Christmas cheer.
I did end up getting my washing machine fixed, but my sewing machine is still being held hostage by the people whom I took it to to be fixed back in August.
Is there anything else worth writing about? Yes, but I will have to do it later. I have to go grocery shopping and to the bank. Two of my least favorite things. Please have happy holidays and enjoy!!
