I just have too much on my mind. My wonderful mother-in-law is here (no, I am not being facetious; she is the easiest of guests), my dad is coming at the end of next week for a visit, I have promised the kids we would have our annual All Saints Day festivities, which include cookie decorating, games and a treasure hunt in which the clues are all in rhyme and the treasure is candy (why do I do these things?) and I have almost no Christmas shopping done. This time last year I was totally done! I spent November baking and writing cards. Ugh.
I would find Christmas so much easier if the celebratory part didn't belong to me exclusively. Since I married, I have "done" Christmas with the exception of putting the tree in the stand. I do all the shopping, baking, cooking, wrapping and card-writing. I do the crafts with the kids. I decorate the tree. I look forward to Lent. Yes, I know this all sounds very scrooge-like, and before I had five kids I loved Christmas. But now there are all these expectations. Dear me...someone out there, talk me into loving it again, please! Preferably without suggesting that I spend Christmas in a convent, which is tempting but impractical for my husband.