I'll have a blue christmas...

Boy, I am stressed about Christmas. Worse, I am stressed about being stressed about Christmas. Seriously, there is nothing worse than being stressed about Christmas, except, perhaps, being reminded by people, plays, and various commercials that it is evil to be stressed about Christmas and that good Christians never allow the holiday to be marred by the worldly inability to simply enjoy it in a constant state of peaceful euphoria. Never mind that it is basically the responsibility of the mom to make sure that Christmas is every bit as special for our kids as our moms made it for us when we were growing up. We somehow must take this responsibility upon our shoulders so easily and effortlessly that we make everything completely wonderful without ever ever stressing at all. Well, I am just not that good. I admit it. I am completely stressed out, overwhelmed, and otherwise resentful of the world for continuing to turn while I play catch up to try to get everything done on time. Seriously contemplating lacing the christmas cookies with vicodin...