I have realized this year that Christmas is very similar to a hurricane.
You see if off in the distance, thinking you have plenty of time to prepare.
You watch it slowly inching closer and closer and know in your mind that you should prepare….yet you don’t. You procrastinate.
And you keep procrastinating until it there is little time to spare. You rush to the stores to find shelves barren and selections are thin. You wait in crazy, long lines with the other procrastinators. You feel panicked, knowing that the clock is ticking and soon ‘it’ will be bearing down on you.
You get hurried and rush around in your car. Yelling and flailing at those who stand in your way. Car horns blaring and tempers rising as you finally get the last minute, needed items.
But once you are hunkered down in your home, you keep thinking ‘Do I have enough?’ or experience that sinking doom when you realize you have forgotten something.
No turning back now. It is here. There is a great whirlwind swirling around you. Bright lights, paper strewn everywhere, loud blaring noises. It is all a giant blur.
Then calm. The air is clear.
You emerge from under the rubble to discover that your house is destroyed. Trash is knee deep and you are left picking up the pieces.
And all you can think is how the next time you will be ready. You will prepare in advance. You will not be blindsided by the approaching storm.
Christmas is a hurricane.
Dear Farming Husband,
I am leaving this note simply to remind you to fix your priorities. Leaving your wife, who is currently afflicted with shingles, alone to care for our 6 month old daughter alone is not a nice thing to do during the Holiday season. It is currently past 9:30 pm and I can only assume you are still in fact picking soybeans. For the record, you are in trouble.
Your not so happy wife