Spousal motivation for the holiday season…

Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday! No matter what is going on in life, when you take a moment to reflect, you can surely find good things within it. I was incredibly grateful this year for a whole lot of reasons. Mostly, small little things that wouldn’t mean a thing to others but, to me, they were all so very important.

I didn’t really want to go all out this year just from sheer exhaustion. I didn’t want all the drudgery that goes with the meal. The shopping & prep work is what does me in. As a person with an autoimmune disorder, I have to reserve & plan to reserve my energy. Knowing that, I slimmed down my own expectations. I did not seek perfection & accepted help in the way of foods ready made that take the most time to create, noodles & pies. I bought Amish noodles (how can you go wrong?) & a couple Marie Calendar pies (which weren’t too bad). The rest of the meal was homemade & well enjoyed.

I usually put my Christmas tree up on Thanksgiving night. However, this year, I just didn’t have it in me. It was all we could do to shop, prep, cook, serve & then clean up without dreaming of a nap while on our feet. If it were possibly, we probably would’ve done so. After clean up, we did just that, napped. But, husband got called in for a shift at work & the holiday ended without a tree.

UNTIL…. husband decided he would help do it this weekend, which was fine by me. We took a lazy man nap for a bit, 2 adults, 4 dogs and a cat all on a king size bed. A fine nap it was too! When we rose, husband decided he was going to get the tree out, prep it & string it with lights. We realized quite quickly we need some blinky bulbs but went ahead with the plan. It was quite late & I had been down with a migraine for 3 days & I was fully content to watch him do the tree. Before we knew it, it was 12:30 a.m. & he had to work today so we shut it all down, put up the dogs & went for a good nights sleep.

Today we rose with a plan – dogs, coffee & tree. I did the dogs, made the coffee & he started back with the tree. I still wasn’t feeling it though. So he went about his business without my ocd being involved, which was great for him, terrible for me. Then, he had to stop to do a store run. I didn’t want the xmas boxes laying all about for the cats to play in so I offered to do the baubles while he was gone. Before you know, they were all of the boxes & on the tree & my first bit of spirit had been realized.

Normally, I want the tree up. I’m the one prepping & decorating. I’m the one responsible for the spirit to envelope our home. This year, I just didn’t have it. This year it was husbands turn to give 100% until mine kicked in. So after 23 years of Christmases, It was my husbands turn to lift up my holiday spirit instead of me having to make him slow down long enough to take it in. This year, he had to be the motivator & it all worked out quite well.

We’ll have a nice dinner, exchange a gift or two & likely use the day to just breath, relax & enjoy the quiet. For moments like these….

Lil bit getting caught under the tree wanting a nap!

The tree is up, the spirit is within & I found out we are expecting snow tonight. Perfect! Only when I gave up the control to control how it should be, did the spirit arrive within me.

Exodus 14:14 The LORD will fight for you; you need only to be still

Published by primsnpretties

I run a home base business in my in home studio. I live in a small cottage which is undergoing a transformation. I love mowing our acreage, watching the deer & the snow fall. I love clean crisp white sheets & lots of fans when I sleep. I like English movies & westerns. I love learning new things with all things.

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