Confession: I'm kind of a Disney dork--especially at Christmas. So when my mom told me she'd gotten my sister's family & mine tickets for a joint family trip to Magic Kingdom for Very Merry Christmas this year, I was over-the-top excited!
Daydreams of all the fun memories we'd make with the kids filled my head in the weeks leading up:
excited giggles as the castle came into sight...
playing in the "snow"...
going on our favorite rides...
watching their faces light up while taking in the parade.
But, while those visions eventually came true and the trip ultimately turned out AMAZING, the first hour or two was--for whatever reason--next-level chaotic. When I daydreamed about the trip I didn’t picture my son melting down over the littlest things or people pushing & shoving past each other to make their way into the park. I hadn’t expected that one of the kids would pop a fever as soon as we got there or that the others would fight about things like "his elbow touching my elbow".
I know the holidays are coming up and it's to be expected, but does anyone else feel like they’ve been tossed into a blender and set on high speed lately?
Or, maybe more accurately, like you're trying to put out all these little fires but they're those trick candle kind of flames where, when you blow one out, another relights?
Our past few weeks have included a 13-hour road trip (well worth it but still exhausting with a 5 year-old), a broken washing machine, a heart attack in the family, an inaccurate & hefty bill we get to spend time disputing, and a leaky roof. (I’ll spare you the “when it rains it pours” pun, but it’s there.)
Add to that the usual stress of the holiday season...
I’m just waiting for my one-year membership to the Jelly of the Month Club to arrive so I feel justified in screaming “Hallelujah! Holy s**t! Where’s the Tylenol? “
Some realizations sneak up on you slowly — you look back & can’t quite pinpoint the “when” or “where”…they just happen over time. And then there are moments when awareness hits you like a bolt of lightning.
⚡️⚡️November 24, 2019 ⚡️⚡️
That’s the exact day I realized a sad, inevitable fact: I’m getting old.
It was 8:09 p.m. & I had just laid down for bed (yes, yes, I know…that should’ve been Clue #1). I turned on the American Music Awards. I saw the first presenter & wondered “hmm, who’s that?” (It was one of the “Lil” somethings…) Then he introduced an act I’d never heard of and she began “singing” in a way that seems to be the new style — a seemingly intentional off-tune whisper/slurring (“whurring”?) that really just seems more like talking.
Can we just agree it’s talking?
And the outfit…I just can’t. (Or couldn’t, I should say.)
“Who are these people and what kind of noise is this?! They call this music?! I don’t get it! What the heck is going on?!”
⚡️⚡️ And that’s when it hit me ⚡️ ⚡️
👵🏻 👵🏻 👵🏻 I’m getting old. 👵🏻 👵🏻 👵🏻
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