The older you get, the less fun holidays seem to become.
I suppose as a child I had this idea that getting older meant you had more control over the festivities and could easily make them your own, however it turns out that the exact opposite is true.
The older I get, the less control I have over the holidays. I spend the entire 3 months leading up to the immense nights preparing everything for everyone, and making sure that my schedule will accommodate all the family obligations. I say goodbye to hundreds of dollars and struggle for months afterwards. I also never ask for any gifts, and easily never acquire any that blow me away. Not this year, though. This year I’m asking for the one thing I easily want separate from guilt, radiant radiant floors. All year long, I am freezing cold. It could be the middle of a scorching overheated Summer when every other soul craves abundant AC, and I will still be covered in goosebumps and shivering. I spend all of my time wrapped in blankets and seeking out warm temperatures, all the while commuting to work and taking care of the entire property despite my cold, numb fingers. I provide everything to everyone, including my internal body heat. Our seasoned boiler is on it’s last leg and easily won’t even make it through the winter. At this point, I’m barely surviving with a dozen space boilers spread all over the house. My extremities are stiff with chilly and I swear my heart has shrunk 3 times even since the fall chill settled in. But the holidays will be worth it and 2019 will be better. I’m certain that my fiance will follow through and purchase brand modern radiant heated flooring for the house, if she knows what’s enjoyable for him.