The only reason I dislike Christmas

Be warned: If you like structure in blogs, stop reading. This is pure cathartic rant. Good for the soul. My soul.

Christmas, accompanied by all its commercial superficiality, will always hold a special place in my heart ... until I have to include baking and Christmas cards in the repertoire.

It's fine when I am the one making all the decision. Things are easy and dandy. But get my dear husband, M, in the picture, and things get really messy.

I don't mind making goodies to give out. But the frustration sets in when
(1) he makes the list and adds people who mean little to us. Give presents and baked goods to those who work well with you all year, that's my motto. But he has to be fair. Even to those who make life difficult for him. I know, goodwill towards men.
(2) Printing snafus. This year, we went to a really cool place for vacation and wanted to include that image for our Christmas cards. The design was ready soon after Thanksgiving. But home printing creates disalignment, which results in me waiting for him to fix the problem. It wasn't fixed until last night.

The week of Christmas. Now there is no way I can send those cards out in time!!!!! I should just send 1/2 priced Hallmark cards in future. You bastards probably throw the cards I send as soon as the new year sets in anyway, right? Never mind, I don't want to know.

I have to be fair. I can't pin all the blame on him. He's driven by ivory tower corporate to the edge. A mere 2 days before we had to leave for Christmas break, corporate had the gall to hand him a last-minute project to complete. He had no time to put out all the fires for me.

Also, those who know me well know I've no patience to spare. Every chore has to be done AT ONCE. I don't tolerate procrastination.

Anyway, I had been baking and sorting for 3 days straight. I have a guest coming tomorrow.

On Friday, we are flying to KC. Oh, I am unemployed hence there's no money coming in. I used Mark's debit card and misplaced it in the process, hence resorting to using my bank reserves for now.

You know what they say, when it rains, it pours.

May you find peace this holiday season, and goodwill to all men. Afterall, Christmas comes but once a year, there's no sense in stressing out.