Top Ten Post-Christmas Stress Syndrome Triggers:
- The need for an industrial snow plow just to clear a path through the living room.
- The inability to button a pair of pants that fit four days ago.
- The impending removal of the Christmas tree, the Christmas lights, and the Christmas chochkies.
- My Mother-In-Law’s less than favorable reaction to my unusual but requested (yes, darnit, it was and verified! Too bad I’m the only one that remembers the conversation) gift.
- The internal argument about whether or not to write thank-you notes for gifts received. What’s the correct etiquette on that? Do I really want to know?
- The Visa bill.
- The Western Town that shoots out cannon balls with such force that my daughter actually has a small bruise on her forehead. Yikes.
- The four, that’s right, four new pieces of furniture that are packed into my daughter’s teeny, tiny little room.
- The referee uniform that I am forced to wear when my kids get into brawls over each other’s new toys.
- The leftovers confronting my newly-motivated-to-lose-weight self at every turn screaming, “Eat me or I will go bad. Don’t be wasteful. Just eat me. You can lose weight tomorrow.”
Here’s the good news. My kids are happily playing with their new toys and have left me alone
long enough to write this list. Things
could be worse. I am, however, about to bite down on a piece of fudge at 10:30 in the morning.