Kira wrote a fantastic post. In it, she brings up a very good point: Christmas is not a test.
Christmas sure feels like a test.
Christmas is a test of my endurance. Christmas is a test of my ingenuity. Christmas is a test of my stress management capabilities. Christmas is a test of my budgeting capabilities, my friendship tolerance, and my ability to do it all with a decided lack of sleep.
without losing my ever loving mind.
But – here's the thing – I hate tests. I've never been one that was overly prepared for any test. Studying is not my forte. I rarely have a number two pencil, protractor, T-11 calculator, or even a spare sheet of loose leaf paper.
What I do have is a spreadsheet of presents, and I'm thankful that almost all of them are colored yellow – the sign to me that they're purchased. Having a job this year means that I don't have to stress quite as much as I have in years past. For this, I am immensely grateful.
What I don't have is the prepaid card that was sent to me for work that I did - it's been misplaced. So there is a very real possibility that I may not be able to color in the rest of that spreadsheet - and the one kid who still has some white on the list is going to need to have a talk with me.
What I do have is my family - and after this year, I cherish them more than ever.
What I don't have is patience, sanity or reason - so if you see a special on them, please to let me know.
Christmas is not a test. It's not a sprint or marathon or anything in between - it's a season.
Even if I do have two birthday parties on Saturday (for my girls!), a cookie party on Sunday and a family get together Monday and Tuesday.
I can do this. I can do it.
It sure would be nice to do it with that prepaid card in hand, though.