It’s a fact that the holidays bring a lot – a lot of joy, a lot of cheer, a lot of memories to cherish for a life time.<\/p>\n
They also bring a lot of running around, a lot of “to do’s” and a lot of stress.<\/p>\n
This weekend I’ve been feeling a bit more of the latter than the former. I finished decorating our house and somehow the house doesn’t feel quite “right” yet. I don’t have an answer for that. The decorations are the same as last year, minus a few lights that went on permanent strike sometime over the past 11 months, perhaps unhappy with their basement storage conditions.<\/p>\n
Other than being bummed about the various lit items that don’t work any more, I don’t believe that anyth<\/span>ing’s missing. I can’t really pinpoint exactly what my problem is. When I mentioned it to my husband, he very gently suggested that I I was making what we had last year bigger in my mind. He said, with trepidation, that it’s possible I’ve upping my standards to unreasonable or even unattainable levels.<\/p>\n It then hit me that I have become Clark W. Griswold from National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation<\/a>, one of the greatest movies of all time.<\/p>\n