I love holidays usually. And birthdays. My birthday typically involves my running around reminding everyone that my birthday is coming up and asking people to do things for me because its my “birthday week”. I love buying Christmas presents (though I’m horrible at wrapping them) and the big dinners and parties and cookies.
Not this year. I am not into the holidays at all.
I’m looking forward to seeing my family and visiting with friends I haven’t seen in awhile, but I don’t feel like decorating, I don’t care to make cookies, and parties? No thanks.
My Christmas spirit seems to have run away. Probably with my patience.
I feel like a Scrooge.
I guess it’s because, no matter how good I’ve been this year, Santa is probably not carrying a baby in his sleigh.
Bryan gets his results from his 4th SA on Wednesday. Hopefully Santa can at least bring me some good news.