Have I mentioned lately that this time of year is NOT my favorite? I remember as a kid, the wait between Thanksgiving and Christmas was eternal. Now it goes by in a flash. There are several reasons for this:
Grown-ups do all the work. We shop, we bake, we wrap, we ship, all on top of working a full time job. There is barely enough time to sleep, alcohol consumption goes up nation-wide (OK, I made that part up), the post office is a nightmare (lucky for me my hubby takes care of that part). There is just too much to do.
Kids, well, they just sit around and wait. They circle what they want in the toy catalog, they go see Santa, they want everything they see on TV...it's a long process for them. Then the big day comes and all of our hard work as parents is demolished in mere minutes.
I'm not a cook, but I do like to bake or whatever during this time of year. For the past several years I have made something like 13 batches of Chex Mix, PER YEAR. This year? Nada, nothing, big fat ZERO.
Tomorrow is cinnamon roll baking day with my friend Susan. We are on a time constraint due to the kids getting out of school at 230, their holiday party at 130, yadda yadda. So tomorrow at 830 we begin the task of rolling out the dough. Lots of dough. Dough that I have to have ready by 830 when there is a 2-hour prep window. I'll be scalding milk at 6am...damn you, Pioneer Woman!!!!
Saturday is cookie day with our friend, Karen. It's a tradition that Tommy and I look forward to every year. I'm still not done shopping, I'm not done wrapping, and I'm certainly not done bitching about the holidays. I vote that we do it once every 4 years, like the Olympics, and people will appreciate it more.
In the meantime I'm off to train Manny the Elf how to scald milk and mix in yeast. Sh*t. Yeast that I have yet to buy...ho ho freaking ho.