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 & could easily make them your own, but 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 crucial mornings preparing everything for everyone, & making sure that my schedule will accommodate all the family obligations. I say goodbye to hundreds of dollars & struggle for months afterwards. I also never ask for any gifts, & definitely never acquire any that blow me away. Not this year, though. This year I’m asking for the one thing I easily want without guilt, radiant radiant heated floors. All year long, I am frigid cold. It could be the middle of a scorching hot summer time when every other soul craves abundant AC, & I will still be covered in goosebumps & shivering. I spend all of my time wrapped in blankets & seeking out hot uneven temperatures, all the while commuting to work & taking care of the entire house despite my cold, numb fingers. I provide everything to everyone, including my internal body heat. Our old heating system is on it’s last leg & actually 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 frigid & I swear my heart has shrunk 3 times even since the fall chill settled in. But the holidays will be worth it & 2019 will be better. I’m certain that my spouse will follow through & purchase brand new radiant heated flooring for the house, if he knows what’s nice for him.