Ok. The straw has officially broken the camel's back. My new visiting teachers gave me 5 minutes notice before showing up at my disgusting house filled with boxes. So with my hair disheveled, clothes stained, and burning smell permiating from the kitchen I opened the door and welcomed them in. They were very sweet about the whole scene but between clenched teeth I silently vowed to myself that I was not going to let another living soul into this house until we've moved into the new one.
I originally wanted to be moved in by Thanksgiving. Didn't happen. Then I wanted to be in before Christmas so I could have it all decorated and festive. Not going to happen. Now I think I've been pretty patient and understanding but it's getting a little ridiculous at this point. It doesn't feel like the holidays and that is getting me a little down. I love Christmas. I want to decorate, buy a tree, burn cinnamon candles, bake amazing desserts and give them to my neighbors. I want to feel like it's Christmas.
So do you have any ideas on how I can make this season feel a little more festive and not so depressing? Please keep in mind that I can't really decorate because everything is packed.
Ok. My little pity party is over. I am convinced that patience is not something that you are born with. I think it's something that is developed over years of diappointments and frustration. So if that last statement is true then I should have the patience of Job by now. So I am choosing to have it during this frustrating point in our lives. We are blessed and healthy and we will have a great house to live in. So There. I feel better already. Merry Christmas to all and I hope that you are able to feel the Spirit of Christmas during this holiday season no matter what situation you may find yourself in.
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