Song Lyric of the Day:
You’ve gotta be cruel to be kind, in the right measure / Cruel to be kind, it’s a very good sign / Cruel to be kind, means that I love you baby
I’m having a lot of trouble getting into the Christmas spirit this year. It’s not the first time it’s happened, and I’m sure it won’t be the last. I just don’t know why I’m not in the mood. On the surface, I should be looking forward to holiday festivities: my kids are great, we have our health, we can afford to splurge on a few presents, yada yada yada. And yet here I am two weeks out from Christmas and I’ve barely gotten any shopping done, the gifts I want to make or have made may very well fall by the wayside, and not all the Christmas decorations are out. At least the tree is mostly decorated. It’s also being avoided by Sebastian, so that’s a definite win — he likes looking at it, but if you hold him close, he pulls his arms in to his sides like the tree is going to bite him. Which I’ll take since he’s one now, cruising like nobody’s business, and getting into everything he can get his little hands on. At least the tree and ornaments are safe, right? Although this morning Buster got a hair up his butt, ran into the living room, and attacked the tree until an ornament fell off. Which, given that he’s now 20, he has not done in several years. I guess he was motivated. (FYI: He knocked down a Simpsons Santa’s Little Helper ornament.)
I have gotten a few presents wrapped, so that’s another item for the pro column. It turns out Coraline is already a good wrapper, too. She’s having fun picking out which papers to wrap presents in and then choosing the bows, ribbons, and tags to go with them. At least I’ve enjoyed some bonding time with her in that regard. Now I just need to kick it into high gear and get into the Christmas spirit. Easier said than done.