I shoved the last of the boxes into the closet and crossed my fingers as I closed the door. Glancing at my watch I made a quick scan to ensure it was presentable, shouted one more “clean your rooms” and “would someone PLEASE come get these shoes!”. Party 4 of 8 would begin in T-minus 5 minutes. Just enough time to put the dishes away. And then the doorbell rang.
I audibly sighed in frustration.
And that’s when it hit me. I’d started turning green. A Grinchy kind of green.
Christmas seems to get more complicated as the years go on. Expectations pile up with bills and family dynamics shift and quake. Christmas seems to hit at the height of it all, or it all comes to a head at Christmas – whichever comes first the chicken or the egg.
I can feel the Grinch peering in my windows, every year, trying to steal my Christmas. But not this year. This year, I am leaving him in the cold.
Making a plan, I armed myself with my one guaranteed weapon. My Attitude.
If the Grinch can steal your attitude, then he’s already in your front door. So I took a long hard look at what Christmas meant to me. (not my kids, not my in laws, ME). It took some soul searching and wading through some tangled lights, mangled wrapping paper and a few play rehearsals to find it.
I’m sharing my attitude adjuster and my plan over at Crystal Stine’s blog today; grab your coffee and come join me! Click the graphic below.