My son is singing at Epcot this weekend with his choir. We were not going to go see him, because 3 tickets at $70-whatever each is not something we can do on our budget, especially around Christmas. Since he was going to be there at Epcot all night, I scheduled our company's Christmas dinner for Friday evening. David took off work and we're going to have to bring Isabel with us.
My son calls me from school yesterday to say they now need more chaperones and the chaperones get in for free. ARGH!!!!!!!!! I asked David to take the night off. If I go to Epcot, I miss the company dinner, that *I* plan out every year, and David gets to stay home losing out on work for no apparent reason.
So I sit here, all sad and mad and grumpy. The holidays are supposed to be fun! They're supposed to be a time of joy, reflection, and time for God and/or Jesus, yet I sit here hating them this year. I lost a week with being out of the country and now can't fit all the shopping in that I need to do while working a full-time job and then coming home to clean, cook, etc. I have doctor's appointments, dinners and parties, and also the shopping I don't want to do.
The not-seeing-my-son-sing-now-that-I-can-get-in-free is the sludge topping to my BAH HUMBUG sundae.