Yeah, it's like that. Sorry to be a scrooge. I'm tired. I'm frustrated. I'm trying to muster up some sort of holiday cheer and I'm really not succeeding. Every time I think I am getting somewhere I have a few more curve balls thrown and me and it takes me back to square one.
The tree has been up for over a week and a half. It stood completely naked in the middle of the living room for a whole week. I've slowly been putting things on it and there are boxes of decorations sitting around. I think I don't care enough to put any more on the tree.
I have not sent out any cards. In my mind the list of people I'm willing to commit to card-wise is shrinking. If they are lucky they will get one by Valentine's Day at this point.
I have done no baking even though I have my totally rocking Kitchen-Aid mixer to help me this year. Usually, I do between 50 and 100 dozen cookies so I have a bunch to give away. I'm thinking this year I will make the standard baked gifts for my parents, stepparents, and brother. The rest of the world can be on a diet.
I have yet to finish getting the gifts necessary to be mailed to the southern portion of the clan. So obviously the mailing thing hasn't happened either.
I am trying to slowly whittle away at this stuff and making bits of progress. Then yesterday the pellet stove decided not to work, the pellet stove which is merely one year old. I fiddled with it. Mr. Lime fiddled with it. Neither of us had any degree of success in making it work. Mr. Lime called the folks who installed it. They told us to expect a repairman in 4 weeks. FOUR WEEKS. Four.Cold. Weeks. Well, Merry Friggin Christmas to you too and thanks for your outstanding customer service.
Right now my holiday spirit consists of burrowing into the ground, giving Punxatawny Phil a shove so I have some room, and taking a nap until Feb. 2.