Anyone else out there feel like the exercise-wheel they're chained to, got shifted up a gear or two lately ?
When was the last time I actually derived any personal pleasure from the processes of the season ? I'm sure I cannot recall...
This year, more so than any before, the whole Xmas preparation feels like the unpaid, unwanted necessity of a hateful profession !
And to what end ???
Sure, the delighteed look on the kids' faces as they open up their presents at 6AM on the 25th. - just before they realise that what the others' have been given is what they had actually wanted for themselves ! The sudden inability to understand the concept of sharing and patience !
Several hours of peeling, basting, mashing and otherwise preparing loads of Xmas foodstuffs and the inevitable battle to prevent the kids from devouring all of the choccies and other sweetmeats that they have just unwrapped !
I do not know... I feel caught up in the implacable whirlwind as never before, this year.
Or maybe I am just turning into Ebeneezer Scrooge ? <img src="/forum/images/graemlins/shrug.gif" alt="" />