After our troubles last year, mouse really wanted (wished) for a perfect Christmas. Chanukah (Omega corrected mouse on the correct spelling) was ok but as mouse has mentioned Omega's been under some severe stress. His father has health issues and that has left a lot up in the air. Between frantic calls and late night hospital visits we're just not in the holiday spirit much.
While the house did get decorated, Omega (who does like a live tree) was too busy to worry about getting the big fresh cut Christmas tree, so mouse went into the garage and dug out the fake tree. It worked (thank goodness) and when he returned home from the hospital he found it already decorated thanks to A and yours truly. Honestly mouse was torn, she knew part of Omega would be relieved not to have to deal with it, but on the other it felt like a betrayal too. He's the one that loves the smell and looking at the real tree.
He took it well, and didn't say much except that it did look nice.
So, mouse plugged along, had her holiday decorating and cleaning lists, continued working with A and doing everything else that needed doing. Yet at the same time, she felt this organized chaos filling her. Not everything was getting done, and having to play hostess on Saturday is a huge burden, but also a distraction. Normally, brimming with enthusiasm mouse would be driving Omega up a tree talking about all the details, but instead hasn't been. He doesn't need to know all that stuff, not now. Christmas eve is next week and mouse hasn't finished shopping! Now that's a first normally by this time everything is wrapped and finished. Another thing that wasn't done, was the cards. Just hated the idea of sending good cheer when everyone around here feels so....dunno. It really feels as fake as the tree in our living room.
Somehow it will all get done, we'll celebrate the holiday, and his mom's birthday on New Years Day (ya she's one of those -- but at least mouse can get something really nice at a great price after Christmas). The cleaning is another issue and mouse decided to hire a cleaning service to handle it. It will all work out. It just doesn't leave mouse in mood to be delving deep into thoughts of her slavery to Omega.
We just keep going.