At Christmas we all have a lot of things to do and people to try and make happy! This is why it gets stressful… It’s too much sometimes because those around us can often make us feel like we can’t make them happy… Nothing will.
I’ve taken to hiding in a pond… Not literally though.
I had great plans for doing some bakig and cooking to make some special things for the day, I’ve shipped my furry arse off and I think I’ve done fucking well! But at Tesco last night I saw Yule lots for £3 and something inside me broke. Fuck it I thought! I’m not making one – I’m buying one! All those around me won’t appreciate it any less or a home made one more! Then after unpacking half my shopping because of this self shop beeping thing my son insisted I use I went to the wrong till and it’s one of those ‘computer says no’ moments. But that’s a story for another time!
Why is it we spend so much time making ourselves stressed and miserable to try and make others happy when we don’t in the end. What’s the point? Why doesn’t it work?
Have a happy Christmas bloggies!