Another Christmas season is upon us and once again I find myself scrambling to get ready.
We had tickets to attend a special event being held in a city close to us; I was excited to be able to get a few hours off so we could attend as a family.
You ever notice how the best laid plans of mice and men always have a way of going awry!
First of all our dryer is acting wonky and decides when it wants to work and when it doesn't. To say the least; it decided it wasn't really in the mood to work well while trying to dry a load of blue jeans much too late in the afternoon. My fav pair as well as my hubby's were in there. Can you hear the choir yet? I proceeded to yell at my hubby because he decided to take a nap this afternoon instead of ensuring the jeans were clean and dried. Of course I conveniently chose to exclude myself from any of the blame; because after-all,... I was busy finishing putting the decorations out in the dining room. This after I had announced my intentions to anyone that was listening that I had had it and was only putting up the tree this year. Well you can't have Christmas without the Nativity, and you can see where this is going. Suffice it to say the decorating has once again become a flurry of activity of epic proportions.I digress here though, so I shall move on.
I had instructed my hubby to run through a drive thru on the way home from grabbing the boys after school, so we could eat in a hurry and be on our way. We downed the cheap-o burgers in a flourish with a Rolaids chaser so as not to suffer needlessly later.
After carrying on about what to wear and when we had clothed ourselves presentably, we headed to the car. Armed with the tickets as well as the trusty Tom Tom to point us in the right direction. We were counting on Tom much like the Shepherds were counting on the star so long, long ago. Well Tom was being difficult and decided he wasn't going to give up directions, so we were on our own! How did the explorers of old ever manage without technology?
The kids were going with us so I had asked them to meet us at our house promptly and we would leave from there, so of course they were late. This meant we would have to drive faster than the leisurely, relaxed pace I had envisioned, it now became a mad dash to get there in just the nick of time. Since we didn't know where we were going, the challenge was even larger and only added to the frenzied pace. I was sitting there thinking "I am not having fun yet"; as we circled back and forth trying to find the address. My hubby cursing under his breath that all businesses etc should be required to put the street number on their signs. One of the boys in the back seat was snoring softly and I envied his ability to "not sweat the small stuff".
After several detours and finally some directions from a kind parking attendant, we finally arrived at our destination only to find that the group we had reserved our tickets with had departed precisely on time and we missed it by 15 minutes!
The next departing group was the Spanish speaking tour, which would have been fine except for the fact that we don't speak Spanish. They were kind enough to trade us our now useless tickets for replacements 30 minutes later. I was lamenting the wait when my daughter piped up to say that "had we known where we were going we would not have been late". To which I snarled, "had they been on time to the house, we would have had time to find it when we got to town". The kind ladies sitting at the ticket desk just looked at us, mouths agape. I am sure they snickered about our churlish behavior as soon as we turned to join the others waiting for the next departure.
We finally departed with the next available group, and you will be pleased to note we did so without any further outbursts or quarreling. We thoroughly enjoyed the entire event and even had some hot chocolate at the end of the tour. My grandsons were delighted in the petting zoo, and decided they really wanted a baby pig of their very own after giggling over the adorable, tail wagging, ones we saw in the zoo. There were also camels,bunnies and miniature donkeys as well as a pea hen or two.
I felt a twinge of regret as we loaded up to go home, and apologized for snapping at everyone. The Brady Bunch we are not, more like the Conner's with a dash of the Simpson's thrown in for good measure. Families are funny creatures, and ours is no different.
So if you're feeling a bit of the pressure of trying to mete out the perfect holiday; take solace in the fact that you are not alone. Relax enough to enjoy the season and all that it brings. Bite your tongue before that next zinger you have aimed at someone you love. My sweet little grandson so innocently reminded me the other day as he was chiding his uncles for their misdeeds, "we're family, and families don't treat each other that way"!