The first snow is in the air. In years past, I have grumbled, complained, and vehemently expressed my disdain for the stuff. This year is different. After I got over the initial shock (I may have shrieked a little), I was okay with it. It was almost calming. Living in the city doesn't leave much room for peace and quiet, especially living on one of the main roads in Lansing. But the snow reminded my of my parent's farm Up North in the woods, away from the noise.
Normally, I'm not much of a Christmas person, either. Here's an excerpt from a previous blog, 3 years ago:
"I'm not really into all the Christmas hype. Yes, I love giving gifts, spending time with family and such, and setting aside a day to celebrate. I'm all for that. It's that other stuff...I don't dress up in Christmas colors, and I think snowmen are a little creepy...I don't like the hustle and bustle and general craziness. All the preparation for the BIG DAY."
Yeah, usually any smidgen of Christmas before Thanksgiving is met with a roll of the eyes. Hearing a Christmas carol makes me want to punch a reindeer. You get the idea. But again, this year is different. I'm going Christmas CRAZY! I want the tree up NOW, I want to get all my shopping done and get those suckers WRAPPED, I want to bake the crap out of some cookies...and since social media has brainwashed us all into thinking we need to post every emotion (even though I'm generally just making fun of myself), Twitter and Facebook were my outlet for these outbursts. And then something unfortunate happened.
My post went something like, "Why am I getting so excited for Christmas, this has NEVER happened to me before! Hubby put the kibosh on decorating for two more weeks :("
Comment, "Why is he the only one who makes that decision?"
My intention in my post was NOT to point out that my husband is a meanie-face Scrooge who won't let me decorate. But unfortunately, it could come across like that to someone who doesn't know my social media style (basically self-ridicule for the entertainment of others). And it was disrespectful to my husband to even jokingly suggest that he was being unreasonable. Truth is, my husband is the voice of reason the majority of the time. The picture in my head was of me, twirling around in a sea of popcorn garlands, burlap ribbons and twinkle lights, and my husband saying, "Tomorrow is Halloween, stop it."
To me, this picture is HILARIOUS, because the thought of me acting this way seems so out of character. Last year, HE was the one who suggested we go out and get our tree two weeks before Thanksgiving. Which was a lot less ridiculous than the week of Halloween, am I right? What is wrong with me...
So to the people out there who are of the opinion that women (especially wives) who don't get whatever they want in life are being horribly oppressed...if it weren't for my husband, I would be laying in a pile of cinnamon-scented pine cones, thoroughly sick of Christmas, even before Turkey Day. He is the hero yet again, saving me from myself. Because I am not always right or reasonable. Thanks, babe :)
Snowmen are still creepy though.
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