Thanksgiving down, one more holiday to go

I was super depressed about Thanksgiving before hand; espeically so the day before. But a ton of alcohol, some personal time with my family, and a full-night sleep made a huge difference in my attitude.

I got up the next morning and did that woman thing; you know what I mean. That thing we do when we don't really want to go somewhere but have to. And we have to look like we're enjoying our selves.

I fixed my hair, put on a ton of makeup, found the best fitting clothes I had, and smiled until my face hurt.

Between the free flowing wine, forced gaiety, and having Sam around to give me something else to concentrate on . . . I actually enjoyed myself.

As always at my father-in-laws, the food was good, the wine was excelent, and the company was enjoyable. Paul's wife, Sam, and their 9-month old daughter, Lily, joined us this year. And I really enjoyed the opportunity to get to know both of them better.

But I haven't managed to snag even a hint of Christmas Spirit yet. And Steve is trying; whether for me or Will I'm not sure. But he's taken us driving to look at lights twice, we walked through Targets Christmas stuff yesterday, and he turned on the lights out lining the house last night.

You'll note I didn't say he hung the lights; because they've been handing for the last 3 or 4 years. You know your a redneck, when . . .

I've been saying, "I'll put up the tree after I get a chance to clean the house."

But now that my book is finished I have the time and find I just don't have the spirit. In the famouse words of most small children, "I don't wanna'a!"

Steve, the man who never helps with housework, spent hours yesterday cleaning on the house. Trying to get me to the point of putting up the tree? I think so. Or, maybe he's tired of living in a stinky house.

Regardless, I fight an internal battle all day long regarding trying to have some holiday spirit for Will and knowing how much putting up even the tree will hurt this year.

I expect the tree will go up this week, wheather I want it to or not. I am a mother, and what mother doesn't enjoy seeing her 4 year olds joy in a fully lit and decorated Christmas tree? I'm just not looking forward to it. Maybe a should stop and pick me up a little holiday "spirit" while I'm out today. A nice fire, some Baileys Irish Creame, some hoilday music . . . something got to help.