Christmas Marathon Part 1
Well, the whirlwind is over. I felt like Christmas was a marathon this year and at times I wasn't sure if I would make it. With all of the surprises, festivities and planning this year, I never had a chance to slow down.
On Friday, my sister came in and we had a Christmas party with friends. Then on Saturday morning, I got up early and Adam and I set to work on Mom's Christmas surprise. We extended her back patio. It was completely worth it because she loved it and I know she will get plenty of use from it. If I had it together I would have a picture, but I can promise you that I don't have it together. In fact, I did not get a single picture from any Christmas festivities this week.
I had to leave Adam with the patio at noon and go to work at the jewelry store. I worked extra hours there over the holidays and it almost beat me. I could rant about Christmas, commercialism and people who wait until the last minute to shop, but I won't go there. Suffice it to say I will never, ever again work retail at Christmas. So I worked until 11 pm, went home and dropped into bed.
On Sunday morning, I slept to a gloriously late hour, then I went to my grandparents for family Christmas, took a nap, then went to dinner with Dad for our Christmas get-together. I really can't complain about Sunday except that it wasn't long enough.
Then Christmas Eve. Oh, Christmas Eve. I went into the jewelry store at 9:30 in the morning and worked until closing at 7 that evening. It was madness, my feet were aching and the people, they never stopped coming. I have worked retail during Christmas several times, but this year was the worst. When I got home that night, my mom, grandmother and a few friends were at my house waiting for me. I walked in the door and I'm ashamed of what happened next.
I started ranting "I hate people, I hate Christmas and I hate these pantyhose!"(and stripped them off in front of everyone). Then I started crying, like total meltdown cry, "You just don't know how bad it was! It was awful!". And everyone was looking at me like I had lost my mind, which I had.
I went to my room and collected myself, then came out and enjoyed the rest of the night with my family and friends. I was much better after I had some food and a few glasses of wine, although I think everyone's still a little afraid of me. Erin and I opened our gifts to each other. She got me this weekender bag which I absolutely adore:
She also got me a new black cardigan and a really cute pair of Kelly green flats. And it wouldn't be Christmas Eve without watching It's a Wonderful Life. Even though it was a really crappy day, the evening was nice and relaxing.
We'll finish the marathon tomorrow.
On Friday, my sister came in and we had a Christmas party with friends. Then on Saturday morning, I got up early and Adam and I set to work on Mom's Christmas surprise. We extended her back patio. It was completely worth it because she loved it and I know she will get plenty of use from it. If I had it together I would have a picture, but I can promise you that I don't have it together. In fact, I did not get a single picture from any Christmas festivities this week.
I had to leave Adam with the patio at noon and go to work at the jewelry store. I worked extra hours there over the holidays and it almost beat me. I could rant about Christmas, commercialism and people who wait until the last minute to shop, but I won't go there. Suffice it to say I will never, ever again work retail at Christmas. So I worked until 11 pm, went home and dropped into bed.
On Sunday morning, I slept to a gloriously late hour, then I went to my grandparents for family Christmas, took a nap, then went to dinner with Dad for our Christmas get-together. I really can't complain about Sunday except that it wasn't long enough.
Then Christmas Eve. Oh, Christmas Eve. I went into the jewelry store at 9:30 in the morning and worked until closing at 7 that evening. It was madness, my feet were aching and the people, they never stopped coming. I have worked retail during Christmas several times, but this year was the worst. When I got home that night, my mom, grandmother and a few friends were at my house waiting for me. I walked in the door and I'm ashamed of what happened next.
I started ranting "I hate people, I hate Christmas and I hate these pantyhose!"(and stripped them off in front of everyone). Then I started crying, like total meltdown cry, "You just don't know how bad it was! It was awful!". And everyone was looking at me like I had lost my mind, which I had.
I went to my room and collected myself, then came out and enjoyed the rest of the night with my family and friends. I was much better after I had some food and a few glasses of wine, although I think everyone's still a little afraid of me. Erin and I opened our gifts to each other. She got me this weekender bag which I absolutely adore:
We'll finish the marathon tomorrow.
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