It’s December 10th, and I cannot believe that I’m admitting that I still do not have my Christmas tree up yet.
I don’t have garland hung.
I don’t have the stockings hanging in front of the fireplace.
We’re still using non-themed dish towels, and my wreath is still hibernating beneath the bed.
I used to decorate my house the week of Thanksgiving.
Everything except for the tree used to be up by the time we enjoyed our big Thanksgiving meal.
Over the last two or three years, I’ve seen myself sliding.
My work responsibilities leave me exhausted.
With the kids growing older, there’s nobody around to help me take everything down and put stuff away after the holidays.
It’s depressing besides being a lot of work for one person.
Is this what happens when you get older?
Is this what happens when your career takes over your life?
Sometimes I can’t wait for retirement when I’ll have time to enjoy the things that seem to have disappeared from me of late.