I have thrown my hands up in the air – and started to delegate a lot to Mr. Gaga.
Also – I have had to let some things go.
Some activities I simply cannot do.
The parent volunteer sign-up sheet for my preschooler’s class went right in the garbage – along with the order forms and catalogues for the pie and wrapping paper fundraiser. (sorry PTO – maybe next year ….but let’s be honest….probably not)
Traditionally, we go cut down our tree the same day as my parents, cousins, aunts and uncles, brother, etc.
We spend the day at the farm tailgating.
Let me be clear in case you find this an odd tradition – my husband would tailgate at funerals if they let him. Any excuse to start an open fire and stand around it for hours on end talking, drinking and eating…..
This year – I just couldn’t find a day that worked – so I gave up and told Mr. Gaga to go without me last Saturday morning. I told him to go early and come home in the afternoon, that way he could put the tree up – and start dinner. I would get home around 7, we could eat dinner and then trim the tree as a family.
Mind you – this was at the end of a long 50 hour work week for me and Sunday would be the start of another one – so we really only had this small window of time to decorate the tree and have some family time.
Do you know when I got home at 7:15 PM…… hungry and tired, looking forward to dinner and a glass of wine and Christmas cheer……..
Mr. Gaga and my tree were NOT HOME YET.
Do you understand what I am telling you?
Not only was the tree not UP WITH LIGHTS ON IT…..
…….it was not FUCKING HOME.
Do you know at the end of “It’s a Wonderful Life” when George Bailey comes home and wants to kill everyone – and he kicks all the presents and says “Janie will you stop playing that lousy piano?” and then he goes up the stairs and wants to throw the piece of the banister on the floor…..that was me.
I wanted to kick everything and murder my husband.
I trudged into the cold, dark house.
I turned on the lights.
The chicken I had put out that morning to defrost (that should now have been in a fajita) was on the counter sitting limply in a defrosted pile.
The morning coffee cups and breakfast dishes were on the counter.
The morning newspaper was strewn about.
The sink was filled with dirty dishes and……
wait for it……
the dishwasher needed to be emptied.
I went ballistic.
I slammed all the pots and pans and started making dinner.
I swore out loud for twenty minutes calling my husband every bad name I could think of.
And then I did what George Bailey would do in my position.
When my husband came home Sam was asleep already – which further sent me into a tirade.
I informed Mr. Gaga – that because he chose to stand around looking at a fire pit and eating sausage and peppers for 14 hours – now Christmas was destroyed.
Poor Michael still had hope – so after I cooked and ate dinner by myself – because NOBODY WAS HUNGRY BECAUSE THEIR FATHER GAVE THEM HOT DOGS ALL DAY…..
I tried to put the lights up with Mr. Gaga while not speaking to him and simultaneously sending him hateful vibes through the pine needles.
Michael waited patiently to hang the ornaments, snuggled on the couch in his PJ’s. When we finally finished putting up the lights, and were ready to hang ornaments, I looked over at him and he was fast asleep.
This broke my heart. I reminded Mr. Gaga once more that the kids will never be 4 1/2 and 6 again – and they couldn’t decorate the tree this year because of him and that he single-handedly destroyed Christmas for all of us.
I finished decorating the tree by myself until midnight…..crying.
Is this just a horrible Christmas tale or what?
This seems to always happen to me!
I am so frantically trying to create happy memories for myself and my kids every year, and every year it ends in disaster.
I am determined to have Christmas cheer!!!!
I am Clark Griswold.
“You’re doing too much – just stay home and empty the dishwasher and decorate the tree. Nobody’s husband is doing everything with the kids, cooking chicken, and emptying the dishwasher….forget it.” my BF lectured me.
“So you are saying this is all my fault for going to work?” I yelled.
“No – I am saying that you have created chaos by working all these hours – so just don’t get mad when nothing gets done. It’s just not going to get done until you get home and do it yourself.”
What a horrible answer.
Sadly – she’s probably right.
All I know is that I can’t do it all alone – and I especially can’t do it all alone at Christmas-time.
I think Mr. Gaga got the message. He has been helping much more and I eventually started speaking to him on Tuesday…….
Tis the Season!!!!
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