Now that we are a little more than one-week away from Christmas, I feel comfortable admitting that I 100 percent failed at checking items off my holiday ideas list. And I have a sneaking suspicion that I am not the only one who let themselves down this year.
I know, I know. From today, I still have 10 days to spread as much Christmas cheer as my Grinch-like self can muster, but I am just not feeling it and am ready to tap out. I think I will go ahead and write Christmas 2016 off as a “try it again next year” year.
Perhaps 2017 will be kinder to this list of fails:
This was my biggest flub of the season as I only made it through seven consecutive days of content production. In my defense, I started out December strong with a long list of blog ideas I wanted to tackle. I got hung up writing one of those grand posts, though, and it spiraled into a larger project than I anticipated. Seven days later, I am actually still working on it.
I started Blogmas to challenge myself and help me stay focused on writing more, and I must say that it worked. I haven’t felt this creatively energized in a long time. Even though that one blog post sucked up a majority of my attention, I have been able to start on other projects simultaneously. Those just are not at a publishable state yet.
I suppose Blogmas wasn’t too much of a fail when I think about it. It simply did not go as I planned — but what in life ever does?
Baking cookies is my jam, y’all (referring to something as “my jam” is still cool, right?)
This is a holiday tradition my dad started when I was a little girl. Growing up, I looked forward to the evening just before Christmas when dad would come home from work with all the dough, sprinkles, and icing we needed to make cookies. We would spend hours in the kitchen mostly making a mess for my mom to clean but also making memories.
Now that I am grown and have a kitchen of my own, baking cookies for the holidays is something I still do. Not this year, though. Nope. Not feeling it. Do you know how much butter goes in those bad boys? Stick after stick after stick. Do I have that much butter at home? Nope. Do I want to go to the grocery store to purchase said butter? Nope. This year, I think I will just mooch cookies off someone else instead.
I want to be crafty and when I really set my mind to it I can make wreaths, garlands, and spray paint all things with the best of ’em. This Christmas I had a big long list of DIY projects to take on. How many did I actually accomplish? One. I made a wreath.
It’s just that each time I walk into Hobby Lobby or Michael’s I become so incredibly overwhelmed with all the options I have and end up walking away empty-handed after wandering aimlessly around the store for the duration of my entire lunch hour.
I feel as if I struggle with this each year, so not having my Christmas shopping done by this point is nothing new.
I have purchased a few things, but I am not wildly ecstatic about any of it. None of the gifts I have bought are creative enough. They’re just average.
Perhaps part of the struggle to excel at finding the “perfect” presents for each person on my list is the fact that Justin and I agreed to not exchange gifts this year. To help save money for our wedding, we are only doing stocking stuffers. Of course, this is fine with me as it was my idea, but I think it might have sucked all the fun out of Christmas shopping.
You can’t ship what you didn’t buy, right?
Honestly, we only have to ship gifts to one household, therefore this should not be a difficult task to accomplish. I don’t think it’s going to happen, though. I know what I want to buy these people, but I have failed to go to the store and actually purchase the gift I have in mind. It will get done, but I can’t guarantee that it will happen within the next 10 days.
Also, I had this fabulous idea to mail Christmas books to the children on my shopping list. You know, books they could enjoy in the days leading up to the holiday. I thought it was a cute idea because as a child I enjoyed getting mail that was specifically addressed to me. Hell, as an adult I love getting mail that isn’t bills.
Here is what happened, though, I had picked out a few books, walked around the store a little, and when I was ready to check-out the damn line was a mile long. I became “that woman” and set down my stack of books where they didn’t go and walked out of the store. Please, someone tell me that I am not a horrible person.
For some reason I thought it would be a FANTASTIC idea to volunteer to host Christmas Day festivities at our house this year. You know, Justin and I are “adults” now and are excited to have a home — small though it may be — we can host holidays in.
It is not that big of a deal because we only have Justin’s parents and my dad coming over, but it didn’t occur to me that inviting them also meant that we would have to feed them. Or, that they would want to eat something other than BBQ chicken and ribs.
Naturally, I now have zero desire to grocery shop for honey hams and russet potatoes, let alone cook these things and all of their accompanying side dishes.
Why do we put so much pressure on ourselves each winter to have the “best Christmas ever” only to feel like we let ourselves down by not accomplishing all our goals for the season?
Also, I am still counting this as Blogmas.