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12.01.2011

We Don't Need No Steenkin Humbuggery!

On this day, December first, for the past decade, I have woken to a depression the sort of which could drive a less lighthearted person than myself to self-harm. This is no joke. We've been so broke that one year we could only buy each other (meaning the entire family) one thing from the Dollar Tree. On that year our Christmas meal was provided by gift cards that Nettl had received from co-workers. It was dismal, and I seriously wanted to die. Last year, we had no money for Christmas until the mail arrived at 3:30 on Christmas Eve, and that was only $300. Talk about a mad scramble. It's no wonder my health has always taken a nose dive every December. With Hashimoto's  disease being strongly triggered by adrenalin, good or bad, this stuff nearly kills me.

But this year is different. We seem to be slowly reaching the end of a long, terrifying chapter in our life as a family. I woke up this morning with food in the pantry, the rent and utilities paid, and a slowly increasing income. Oh, it's not huge, but we can go get a Christmas tree tomorrow afternoon (we borrowed an artificial tree from Ville and Beau last year, which was a real lifesaver. If not for them, we wouldn't have even had a tree), and presents will begin to appear beneath it over the next couple of weeks.

This is all too good--and I'm still glowing from Thanksgiving! The humbuggery is over at last! Last night, while buying groceries, I even found myself singing along with the Christmas music.

We've learned huge lessons over the past decade. We've learned to tune out the holiday hype (not having cable has separated us from so much stress and propaganda, it's not even funny) and we've lost the drive to spend, spend, spend (not having credit cards has taught us that we don't need to go into debt over silly, extravagant gifts). We've learned to keep the holidays centered on being with the people we love, making music, sharing laughter, and all that good, old-fashioned, Home For the Holidays stuff. These have been very hard lessons--devastating lessons, in fact--but we've learned them.

Oh! Speaking of Home For the Holidays, Nathan will be here! I haven't said much about it, but he's been in the Army since last summer and we haven't seen him since he left. Needless to say, Nettl is fairly dancing on air over this. I can't think of a better gift: our boy home, safe and sound.

So today, instead of editing, I'll be putting together a Holiday playlist for our household music. We just never use our CDs anymore and I prefer music to be shuffled anyway. I'm going to start a shopping list for the holiday foods I want to make, and I'll be making my gift list and checking it twice. It would be perfect if we got snow sometime between now and the 25th, but I'm not going to complain if we don't!

6 comments :

  1. Aw, bless you, my friend. Life's lessons can be a real kick in the booty. I'm so glad things are turning around. Ho, ho, ho! :)

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  2. Thank you. Hope those winds out there die down soon for you!

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  3. Good for you and yours! So glad that things are looking up. Great time of the year for feeling thankful for good fortune.

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  4. this is SUCH excellent news - I can relate to how you've felt in the past and I'm SO SO happy for all of you and your recent successes, I could just burst. There aren't any other wonderful people who deserve the happiness and a stroll down Easier Street than you guys. XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
    This makes me so happy and thankful!

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  5. this is SUCH excellent news - I can relate to how you've felt in the past and I'm SO SO happy for all of you and your recent successes, I could just burst. There aren't any other wonderful people who deserve the happiness and a stroll down Easier Street than you guys. XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
    This makes me so happy and thankful!

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  6. @Earl: It is, isn't it. Thanks!

    @Monty: SO good to see you! I'm sending all my best stuff to you, too!

    You're all the best!

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