Thursday, November 29, 2012

Clean, then decorate!

I love Christmas. As in, ever since my favourite blogs marked Christmas in July I've been counting down for the real thing, and driving my co-workers crazy with daydreams of fireplaces, snow falling softly, fancy Christmas baking and pretty, pretty lights. I start singing carols in the shower in September, much to my husband's chagrin. I know that there can't really be too much of a good thing, but out of respect for our veterans, I try to show some restraint and keep my Christmas spirit on the down low until at least November 12th. Actual Christmas decorating is verboten until December 1st, to keep the peace under our little roof. So you'd think that with all this anticipation I'd be ready for it, even a little bit?

My house is a hot mess.

Cue 40 hour work weeks, multiple workouts on weeknights, and too many nights on the couch letting Mr. TV woo me away from the task(s) at hand.

So, bring on the weekend! It's time to conquer this cluttercastle and get my Christmas spirit out of the storage locker and all lit up in here!

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Hormones and perspective

You know you're hormonal when: World Vision calls to ask you to sponsor another child and you immediately burst into tears, while they're still on the line.
As if it's not bad enough that there are children in the world starving, with nothing, here I am sitting here in our warm home, with plenty of food, clean water, feeling completely sorry for myself.
I felt so bad, as soon as I said I couldn't sponsor another child, because my husband got laid off from work last week. I told the rep that obviously we will continue to sponsor our current sponsor child, Demba, but that we are trying to cut back on everything else we can think of.
The World Vision rep actually started consoling me and told me that what we are doing is already enough. She also said she hopes that everything will work out for us. I guess I just hadn't really cried yet about the change in our circumstances, not that they're that bad, compared to kids in the third world. That, I think, is what frustrates me. I, mistakenly, thought that without Paul's income, we'd be poor, but I was wrong, we'll still be among the richest top percentage of the world. Seriously. Sometimes all you need is some perspective :)