Yes, the blues reared its ugly head this Christmas. I sure hope you had a lovely time all through the season, though!
My blues came quite unexpectedly. I guess it all started on Christmas eve day morning. I had gone out bright and early to get my picture taken for my mother (that was her only request this year: nice pictures of his nice daughters to put in the nice 3-picture frame that my mother-in-law gave to her), and I had such an awful experience that I ended up leaving a nasty Voicemail for the store’s district manager.
That mood snowballed into being rude to Brian and to our sweet contractor, who was working on my basement on Christmas eve day, and who had a present for me. Could I feel any worse?
Then we went to my mother-in-law’s for dinner, which was a great time except a few people all of the sudden got camera shy, so I ended up upset at myself for being so annoying that people were running away from me just to avoid being in a picture. Given that being liked by Brian’s family is so important to me, and the vulnerable state I felt in, I cried all the way home.
Then I woke up at the ass crack of dawn on Christmas morning feeling totally down, and Brian didn’t help by not being super duper unreasonably sweet to me like I required, and broke down and cried again.
Pretty depressing, huh? I tried to get into the Christmas spirit by playing A Christmas Story on TV, but I hate that movie. So I switched to whatever romantic comedy was playing on another channel and proceeded to clean the kitchen while Brian spent some alone time in his study.
That night we went back to his family’s house for Christmas dinner, and we did end up having a fabulous time. We were there from 3pm until 11pm. We exchanged gifts, we laughed, we played games, we took pictures (camera shyness aside), and ate “in shifts” as each course made its way to the dining room table. It was a great night with family. Wouldn’t have traded it for the world.
After I got home I felt weird. I had been so bitchy for the past 2 days that I couldn’t help but feel that the new haircut I had was at least partly to blame. I wasn’t sweet little old me. I was some catty impostor.
I guess the lesson is: don’t get a dramatic haircut before an important and potentially stressful event (such as Xmas, wedding, birthday). That’s my bit of wisdom for the world this Christmas.
Hope you all had a wonderful holiday! And I leave you with this hilarious link to Porky Pig’s Blue Christmas song:
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