Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

It's funny how one song, one movie, one moment in the snow can change a Grinch into a Who in the blink of an eye.  I'm not a Grinch, not exactly, I love Christmas, I do.  I do.  I just find it a bit overwhelming.  Mostly it's because I like routine.  I like sameness and sometimes I struggle with things like pine needles on my floor, buying the perfect gift, wrapping without any wrinkles or tears and planning the perfect Christmas eve dinner.  It all sort of sends my OCD into overdrive and I get well....um, bitchy.

Last night was a perfect example of that.  I was just grouchy.  Nothing said to me sounded good and I just felt like kicking snow at the bell ringers at Walmart.  I know, I know....I'm not proud of it, but we all have our moments.

Then this morning, I forced myself to listen to Michael Buble's Christmas album on Youtube (parts of it) and suddenly I'm all new and shiny.  It helps that I slept like a rock last night also.  I needed sleep.  I needed to hear Michael sing Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas.  I needed to have a do over.

Now, with a tear in my eye and a warm beat in my heart, I will finish strong the rest of my Christmas "to do" list and breathe.  It's always important to breathe.  *sigh*

I can't blog for long...the list won't finish itself but I'm going to try and do it with a smile on my face because, let's face it, I'm blessed.

I'm sitting here in a lovely home, at a computer, warm slippers on my feet, with the sound of children heading to school outside my door.  My tummy is full of peppermint mocha coffee and there is food in my cupboards.  My wonderful husband made it safely to a job that sustains a great life and my son is in school, learning and having fun.

We aren't sick.

We aren't broke.

We aren't unemployed.

We have each other.

We have love.

We have stuff coming out the whazoo.  (Not sure what a whazoo is, but I like the word.)

We have vehicles.

We have friends.

We have family.

We are blessed.

Make a nice day!