The stressies are starting to take over a little bit. Tomorrow is my work's first holiday party, which isn't a lot to deal with but the setting up of chairs, making coffee etc. But tomorrow night is my knitting group's annual potluck and swap. On tap for tonight: cooking massive quantities of Mexican chicken and rice. (And hoping beyond hope that I REMEMBER to take it to work tomorrow for the party right after work!!!!) Oh, and finish my swap item. That's right, the day before. This is the first year I've let that go until the very last minute. But this is also the first year that my ideas for a good handmade swap item went to hell in a hand basket. Hopefully I won't be staying up supah-late, trying to finish it.
Then this weekend there's a birthday party that both boys are attending. And Christmas shopping. And whatever else running-around that goes with a regular weekend. I'm trying not to panic....I'm not going to let the anxiety win this year.
Then this morning, I got a little bit of peace. I put some toys for Hubby to bring to work for Toys for Tots on the kitchen table two days ago, but I don't think I told him why they were there. (There you go, Honey. I've told you.) Sean was playing with one of them yesterday, and of course wants to keep it. Then Will started with it today, and wants to keep it as well. It's a little toy car that plays music ("PUMP UP THE JAM, Pump it up, Pump it up!" Ugh.) Finally I explained that the car and animals were for kids that Santa couldn't get to, that had parents that even though they wanted to, couldn't afford presents for their kids.
Instant silence. Then Will put the toy down on the table and said, "That is the saddest thing, it makes me want to cry. Let's go out and buy a hundred more....I don't want anyone to not have a present on Christmas."
And that folks, is really what it is all about! Nevermind the list of errands, the cooking, the cleaning, the shopping, the STRESSING. Giving. And sharing and caring. That's what it is about.