Tis the season

‘Tis the season. Season for what? The season for all of my anxieties to come to the forefront of my world. They are all sitting there screaming ”HEY YOU! IT’S TIME TO FREAK OUT!”
Oh I try like hell to ignore the little buggers. There is the “not a chance in hell you can get all your shopping done in time” anxiety. Okay so that one might be right. I haven’t even started a list of prezzies to buy or cards to send. Then there is the “what are you gonna buy?” anxiety. Okay that one is right too. I never know what to get people. Actually for some folks I know what they would like but just can’t swing sending people on vacations or lining up massages and makeovers for all the people I know that so dearly deserve them. I’ll be making gifts for some people this year. Ohh won’t they be overjoyed.
Then the biggest anxiety is the “HOLY CRAP I’m supposed to be having Christmas at MY house this year!”. Hmmm this anxiety is valid as well...My house is a pit. Not unlike that woman’s house they showed on Oprah. I’m trying like hell to get it cleaned up before Christmas is breathing down my neck. Oh wait…that’s what I’ve been feeling on my neck and here I thought my husband was feeling frisky.
So.... let’s summarize. The house is a pit, I have no time to clean, shop, send cards……Oh dear….I feel a big ass Bah-Humbug coming on.