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Jan. 4th, 2016 10:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonimpI'm having that problem of having one bid deadline and then another big deadline and then another big deadline and having had so many things pushed off to the side that it's like - well, now what.
The holidays were - fine. Stressed and busy because retail, and I didn't get to see as much of my family as I would have liked because retail, but fine.
The way things went was, Greg and Steph were originally planning to only come down Christmas day, what with the baby and all. So we were only focusing on getting the front part of the house presentable/livable/guest ready. But then their plans changed and they would be coming down Christmas evening, staying the night, and visiting with my Dad Saturday evening instead of Christmas evening. Except I worked Saturday. And Sunday. And now we had to get the guest bedroom ready on short notice. The bedroom where we had been stashing a bunch of stuff from the living room because it wasn't (the bedroom) going to be used. With me working. And we aren't even going to get into my issues over New Year's.
But it was fine. Was it worth all the stress and headache? I dunno. I still kinda think the holidays can go fuck themselves. I hate the pressure, I hate the obligation, I hate the performance, I hate the stress. I don't know if it's worth it, if the "up" side is enough.
And that's not even getting into New Year's, which was also fine, but still a big ball of issues that I need to deal with or decide isn't worth dealing with and just suck it up and move on.
The holidays were - fine. Stressed and busy because retail, and I didn't get to see as much of my family as I would have liked because retail, but fine.
The way things went was, Greg and Steph were originally planning to only come down Christmas day, what with the baby and all. So we were only focusing on getting the front part of the house presentable/livable/guest ready. But then their plans changed and they would be coming down Christmas evening, staying the night, and visiting with my Dad Saturday evening instead of Christmas evening. Except I worked Saturday. And Sunday. And now we had to get the guest bedroom ready on short notice. The bedroom where we had been stashing a bunch of stuff from the living room because it wasn't (the bedroom) going to be used. With me working. And we aren't even going to get into my issues over New Year's.
But it was fine. Was it worth all the stress and headache? I dunno. I still kinda think the holidays can go fuck themselves. I hate the pressure, I hate the obligation, I hate the performance, I hate the stress. I don't know if it's worth it, if the "up" side is enough.
And that's not even getting into New Year's, which was also fine, but still a big ball of issues that I need to deal with or decide isn't worth dealing with and just suck it up and move on.