I keep having this recurring dream.
I’m at Disneyland and am running from attraction to attraction. No matter how many days I am there, I always run out of time to fit in all of the rides. It’s a stressful dream and I often wake up feeling a little exasperated that I didn’t make it onto Indiana Jones or the Matterhorn.
Occasionally the location will change to a different amusement park like Cedar Point, but the theme is always the same. At the end of the day, no matter how fast I run, I just can’t fit in all of rides.
The dream kind of feels like my life right now. Always running, never fitting in everything I want to accomplish.
Whoever wrote “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year” must not have been a mother.
Let’s be honest: holidays produce stress.
I’ve tried to simplify the “trimmings and wrappings” this year. No outside lights. No elaborate birthday party for Blake. Christmas cards that took me less that an hour to design. No homemade neighbor gifts. All Christmas presents ordered online.
And still, I have piles of clean laundry that have been sitting unfolded for five days and my average bedtime has been between 1 and 2am. In between work parties, church parties, preschool programs, Blake’s birthday, gift buying, decorations, cards, teacher and neighbor appreciation, two trips only three weeks apart, preparation for the new year in Primary, and a new designing venture (more on that later), I feel like I’m on a merry-go-round and can’t get off.
Don’t get me wrong, I am grateful that I have the energy to put into the whirlwhind of the holiday season. And I’ve enjoyed soaking up plenty of moments dreaming about Santa and Rudolph with Blake, seeing Nash’s eyes light up when he spots strings of Christmas lights, and experiencing the joy of giving to the less fortunate.
But I think I’m going to welcome January with open arms.