I have definitely reached the tipping point of having had enough Christmas. Call me a Grinch, Scrooge, Curmudgeon, Whatever. It's not everything that I hate. I love the gifts I get to buy willingly. I love my tree. I adore all of the little white lights everywhere. It's just that I had the nightmare party last night that pushed me over the edge.
In my office of 7 people, the week kicked off with secret santa. A-okay by me. But then our office party last night required an appetizer, an ornament, and enough cookies for exchanging. In my office I tend to do the wrong things to fit in. I arrived with wine and cheese. Everyone else loves dips and wine cooler punch. Greg said supportive things about my fancy cheese, but I believe everyone else was afraid of it. At the ornament exchange I received a horrid crocheted angel. Greg said I did a poor job of hiding my distaste (but I was really trying). I further alienated myself by not finishing my wine cooler punch, stopping at one drink, and only taking home one of each cookie. Greg declared that I don't fit in at all, but he was a huge hit showing up with a bottle of Jack Daniels that he picked up on his wine mission for me. The same people are doing another party next week.
The request for, couldn't I just pick up 2 more gifts for Tuesday, come up with a mixer game, lead carols singing, and coordinate rides was a stretch. Showing up to a party with Greg in Parker the wrong evening added to pile. I've said no to 3 other parties this weekend. My sweet friends asked me to go tree hunting with them this afternoon. While I initially said yes because I love spending time with them, I realized that my Christmas fetching needed to be done.
Sorry reader, but this was therapeutic for me. If you feel the same spirit of Christmas malaise, hang in there! And say no.
In my office of 7 people, the week kicked off with secret santa. A-okay by me. But then our office party last night required an appetizer, an ornament, and enough cookies for exchanging. In my office I tend to do the wrong things to fit in. I arrived with wine and cheese. Everyone else loves dips and wine cooler punch. Greg said supportive things about my fancy cheese, but I believe everyone else was afraid of it. At the ornament exchange I received a horrid crocheted angel. Greg said I did a poor job of hiding my distaste (but I was really trying). I further alienated myself by not finishing my wine cooler punch, stopping at one drink, and only taking home one of each cookie. Greg declared that I don't fit in at all, but he was a huge hit showing up with a bottle of Jack Daniels that he picked up on his wine mission for me. The same people are doing another party next week.
The request for, couldn't I just pick up 2 more gifts for Tuesday, come up with a mixer game, lead carols singing, and coordinate rides was a stretch. Showing up to a party with Greg in Parker the wrong evening added to pile. I've said no to 3 other parties this weekend. My sweet friends asked me to go tree hunting with them this afternoon. While I initially said yes because I love spending time with them, I realized that my Christmas fetching needed to be done.
Sorry reader, but this was therapeutic for me. If you feel the same spirit of Christmas malaise, hang in there! And say no.
