Everyone is officially on break for Christmas. I don’t know why, after all of the breaks of feeling so miserable on them, that I thought this one would be any different. January still seems so far away and the job that I do have weighs more and more on me. I talked to my nursing boss about different options for scheduling. After this weekend I do not want to do two days anymore. I need a role with more community and peer groups.

The countdown continues for Christmas and getting things ready. It’s working out to where the kids will have their stockings plus one other gift, or an extra one if something didn’t fit in their stocking. I feel like this could be the start of a new tradition. Josh and I were out shopping yesterday battling the crowds and looking for more things to stuff stockings with. I passed by the toy boxes on display and smiled. That was so fun.

I think I am getting too old to go crazy, at least in several of its forms, with the mass buying of presents for sure being one of them. Even if we have grandkids I am not going to do it. I picked up some Christmas paper plates for Christmas Eve. Josh and the boys cleaned the house while I was shopping on Thursday. I had told him with housework that it was like I’d been on life-support and the plug had been pulled. It looks so great.