We are in a new house.
We are working on new routines.
Some of us have new commitments, requiring new routines.
Some of us are looking for new horizons.
Some of us are under a great deal of work stress.
The house needs work.
All of these things are significant stressors. I’m ashamed to admit that I’ve been as grouchy as an old bear the last while. I’ve mostly contained it, but it creeps out when a fitting is balky or when something doesn’t go as I want it to.Â At the same time, I love being in our house with all our children. I love waking up in the morning with Chris beside me in our room that needs windows, closet doors, wall coverings, paint, a new doorframe and door.
It’s all a little crazy-making, and I just don’t feel very Christmas-like this year. Maybe I’ll feel it more when the big day arrives, because this will be the first time that Christine and I spend Christmas Eve together.
If I step back from the situation, I realize that if I were going through all of this with anyone other than Chris and the children I have, I’d be a lot worse. I suppose that’s my Christmas takeaway from all this – hey, if I were anywhere else, it’d be worse!