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Note how 3yo is a blur in a race to open his gifts
Note how 3yo is a blur in a race to open his gifts

You know you’ve got PTCSD (Post Traumatic Christmas Stress Disorder) when you have nightmares about the dishwasher not working.  There I was, filthy plates stacked precariously on the counter, trying frantically to get the dishwasher to run.  I woke up with my heart pounding, and remembered, with relief, the spotless kitchen I left as I went to bed.  And I had the dry, chapped hands to prove it.

The holiday season always follows the same emotional curve for me:

  • Anticipation –   Like a horse at the gate, I’m snorting and pawing to get going with the rounds of parties, cookies, and a legitimate excuse to run the credit cards up to the limit.
  • Frenzy – My schedule is jam packed, and I juggle activities and obligations with my trusty post-it note lists.
  • Control Slipping – I’m forgetting things, and if I accidently give my co-worker the Ben Gay therapy socks that were supposed to go to Aunt Mable. . . well, let’s just say she better smile and look delighted or I’m going to knock her head off.
  • Rock Bottom – The mashed potatoes are cold.  My feet are killing me.  I tell 3yo “tough

Comments(3)

  1. More like there is enough salt on the roads (plus the snow plows) to make the roads passable. Got to love living in Oklahoma where we’re never that prepared for this stuff, lol. It’s still below freezing so it hasn’t melted yet.

    Go ahead and fix that chicken fried steak. There is nothing better and especially with the husband. Of course, you’d have to do something about those pesky kids, lol.

  2. I love Christmas, but every year I bite off more than i can chew – and I NEVER learn!
    Glad you finally got shoveled out – or did it melt? About now, a chicken fried steak, alone with Sweetie sounds great to me!

  3. I think you had a much tougher time of the holidays than I did. We got snowed in here on Christmas morning, so it was just me and the husband at home. We don’t exchange gifts and I made chicken fried steak for dinner. Now that the roads are clearing, I have to get over to the relatives I didn’t see to give their gifts. Doesn’t quite feel over for me yet, lol.

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