I had expected to hear the front door slam; waiting for it to reverberate throughout my house this morning. Instead, it was a quiet click. The son ran late, once again, and yelled at everyone and thing in his path; finding fault in all things besides himself.
The work computer continues to freeze and I am unable to send PDF attachments. Another tile broke on my kitchen floor. Something, which appears like mold, is on my garage door entry wall after being inundated with rain for the past few days. The dog refused to be found to be put outside. My mood at 7:39 am was sour, indeed. The bills are waiting to be paid. The property taxes deadline for our home and business sit in my inbox looming. There is always something.
I feel the bile in my throat rising; the dull ache in my head starting to pound. I decide I need to breathe. Deeply. I reach for my coffee hoping the caffeine will kick in.
I breathe deeply. Slowly. In. Out. Inhale. Exhale.
I am discovering that organizing brings simplicity. This seems like an oxymoron since a lot of my time is invested in organizing. Usually I am on the go-go-go, distracted and shopping, buying, orchestrating. I had not realized that I had declared the month of December as a calendar free zone until today. My subconscious mind has been influencing me; fighting my natural tendencies. It is slowly winning.
I silently made a promise to myself, this year, to make this December as stress free and simple as possible. To honor my family; to give them their time due. In all my hustle and bustle thinking I was doing all of my activities for them; they were the ones who suffered. They got the least time with me; with no quality. Wifemom was busy with her various hats: the work one, the school one, the friend one, the Santa. The wifemom hat hung in the corner, waiting….
This December my wish is to truly be me. To be present to love and see. For holidays to be stress-free. To be an actively involved member of my own family. Simplicity.
My December calendar is filled with various school activities, meetings, work projects and deadlines. But I can now choose what to do with the white spaces; to de-clutter my life and to forfeit things to give me time. I stare, daily, at my growing sons remembering the thoughts and impressions I had at their ages. These same values and perceptions reside in me, even now. For years some of them were lost; forgotten or hidden away to deal with another day. But it is in these years, that my boys currently reside, where my values were formulated. It is these years that I weather the storms and winds that blow off my wifemom hat. I must fight to keep it on.
The vacant spaces on my calendar are moments I am free to be with my family.
As I mentally work through my issues, organizing is helping me find my way. The impulsive buyer, within, is becoming thoughtful. With the 11% plummet in black Friday sales projections it appears many consumers in this country are on my same trajectory. Business analysts ponder if consumers have less money to spend or are more discerning in where they put it. Our economy is slow to emerge from the depths of the great recession. I, too, now watch where my dollars are spent. I creatively consider ways to show appreciation to vendors and customers without buying meaningless things.
But after wracking my brain, the master-of-the-obvious hubs stated the logical. Why not just ask them what they like? This goes against my grain; but since these gifts are to show appreciation I finally did call to ask. And surprisingly, our customers were forthcoming and grateful for the question. People do not appreciate receiving junk or things that have no value to them. The best gift given is with thought and consideration. Creativity. Simplicity.
And with renewed purpose I can enjoy my search for things people truly enjoy. The joy of the season of giving has slowly returned. To give thanks. To remember traditions new and old. To honor my religion. To remember my family who have come and gone. To renew my values; passing them along to the next generation. And most importantly, to expect nothing in return.
At night the hubs quietly sits. He listens. Patiently. I am blessed that my extrovert tendencies are balanced by his introvert ones. What he cannot help me process ends up typewritten here. I think I have truly lost my mind. But in losing it; I’ve gained a new one. A fresh perspective.
I am not obligated to host either side of our families for Christmas, nor the eve, this year. I have moved dates earlier in December or to next year to be able to sit still and gaze at my fully decorated home’s twinkling lights. The boys have requested a designated day to bake cookies. Although my mind conjures up excess pounds, I will remind myself of moderation. I am finally listening to what my family and heart whispers. See us. Be with us. With the coming, this Advent season, my mind can finally settle down as the nights grow long. It is hard for me to sit still.
I am a work in progress. I hold the wifemom hat in my hands; anticipation building. I can simply enjoy the holidays this year.