I’m a blessed woman.
It’s so easy to forget that. It’s so easy to become overwhelmed with life in general, with work, with obligations.. it’s so easy to play the martyr card. But then, humility smacks you in the face. And instead of it stinging, you just feel the warmth from it.
I have had a week from hell. Work, stuff, THINGS, people.. nothing’s really seemed to work in my favor. Last night.. AGAIN.. I was put at a disadvantage. I missed the WildeChick dinner. This saddens me deeply, but it was unavoidable. I guess we’ll just have to do something again so I can be there. Damn. (But on another note, I have all the recipes from the food yesterday that I wrote about.. and I will be making THEM ALL.)
So last night, after Bryan and I had a small tiff regarding my lack of spirit earlier in the day, I trudged home. Still not happy; still unexplicably miserable. He told me not to take off my coat, that we were going somewhere. I was tired. But we got in his car, and then he asked, “How do you get to Horseshoe Bend?”
I tried not to light up, but I’m sure part of it escaped. I LOVE CHRISTMAS LIGHTS. LOVE THEM. And in my younger days, I used to hit Horseshoe Bend NIGHTLY just to gaze at the displays. I was very excited. There’s new things there.. the doctor’s house has a completely new facade to look like store-front windows.. and then there’s the classics.. the smiley face house that reminds you that it’s not about quantity, but quality.. and I was starting to feel better.
We actually drove through twice.
Then we went to Target. I really didn’t know why, but I found out soon enough.. we were going to the Christmas section. It’s like Father Christmas threw up on some store shelving, and it is almost as good as an eggnog IV. We started picking out Christmas Cards, so I need everyone’s addresses. We’re also gonna do one of those incredibly cheesy newsletter inserts.
While there, we picked up eggnog, cider, and fireplace logs. And we went home and indulged in all of it. Afraid to leave a fire burning unattended, we fell asleep wrapped up in eachother in front of a roaring fire. We finally moved to the bed around midnight.
Am I cured? Nah. I doubt we’ll get a tree this year. There just aren’t finances for it. But am I better? Yeah. And as soon as I get your address, you’ll see just how jolly I can be.