This year, getting ready for the holidays has been making me grumpy. I'm just tired of the excessive worship at the alter of the Gods of Retail. I'm tired of holiday decorations that started going up in stores in August. I'm tired of crazed driver maniacs running amok in parking lots.
I'm tired listening to the g$%^%*&*#$%^@$ Christmas muzak in the grocery store while I try to navigate around someone staring slackjawed at the multi-processed non-food on the shelf, unaware of the fact that they parked a cart in such a manner as to make it impossible to pass. I Won't be Home for Christmas if I can't make it up to the checkout line with my milk.
Or maybe I'm just tired from the complications of trying to fit dinner for everyone around the many rehearsals and concerts.
You're a Mean One, Mommy Grinch.
This morning, however, the gray storm clouds of Grinchdom have let up somehow.
Maybe it was getting the tree up and enjoying the living room by candlelight last night.
Maybe it was the nice walk in the sunshine after dropping Nimue off early for a concert yesterday, followed by peaceful half hour to ready with a yummy piece of cake and a cappuccino.
Maybe it was the fact that said concert turned out to be festive, not out-of-control, and no one nagged for money donations for the already-privileged kids of the area.
Maybe it was finally having a moment to make the year-end donations that I wanted to make.
And maybe it was finding a very cool Christmas gift for Nim on the side of the road next to someone's recycling bin. Most satisfying.