Make My Coal The Bituminous Variety

I stand by my original ascertian that I am not experiencing holiday-induced stress, despite the mounting evidence. I can totally explain why I stomped purposefully through 100,000 square feet of super-store today wearing a Santa hat and muttering, "All I need is a goddamn roll of scotch tape. Is that too much to ask for a week before Christmas?"

Hiding from the carolers is slightly more difficult to explain. It was that time of night where you're trying to get one kid to finish the homework and get it in the backpack while keeping the other kid from drowning in the bathtub. Or sticking something up his nose. Or both. I had just taken a shower and put on sweats and t-shirt, sans bra. I walked past the front door just as a cheery, woman bundled from the cold rang the doorbell and the singing began. I darted for the kitchen, where my husband was hanging out.

"I'm not standing the doorway in my pajamas with wet hair," I informed him.

"Well, I'm not opening the door," he replied.

"Joy to the World..." sang the carolers.

The little guy wandered by dragging his blanket towards the front door.

"Come back here!" we whispered.

Yeah. So we hid from some really nice people who were standing outside in the bitter cold singing their wishes for our joy. That's gotta be on the naughty list.

Comments

[carosgram]

Don't you just love it when there are no good choices - Expose yourself in all your glory or become the talk of the neighborhood about how the grinch lives at your house - LOL Have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year

[kpli]

Just to say Thanks for the great and inspiring post, i really like it and have bookmarked your blog...I hope it is not too late to wish a Happy New Year to you...Keep em coming ...;)