The holidays are starting us down, and I'm starting to get nervous. We tried Christmas shopping this weekend. But after about 20 minutes in the mall, we both were angry with people and Jim admitted to feeling old because he thought all the teenagers were dumb. We both hate the mall, and we both are pretty anxious in crowds, so online shopping seems made for us.
There's also the whole splitting holiday time with both families evenly issue. And to complicate things, we now have a baby and two families 2.5 hours apart who both want to see her. The pressure of appeasing both sets of parents and siblings (and on my side a cast of aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents) made me forget that it might be nice to wake up on Christmas morning in our house - just the 3 of us and our dog pals.
I am determined this year to not let the pressure of the Rockwellesque holiday image in my head ruin our daughter's first Christmas. It's going to be hectic and messy and far from perfect, the cookies might get made, gifts might all be bought and wrapped on time - and they might not, but it's going to be wonderful. I can't wait to see Willa check out our Christmas tree for the first time. Here's to the hope it stays upright all season!