Christmas is Peak Season at my husband’s work. That usually means that the Thanksgiving long weekend is a kind of a calm before the storm: we have Thanksgiving dinner, put up the Christmas tree, take our annual family portrait, and enjoy one another’s company. Because once this weekend is over, he goes in to work early, and I get to see him even less than usual.
Except, this year, Peak not only started the week before Thanksgiving, but it intruded on our long weekend, too. Aaron worked on Friday, and he works again on Sunday. Not only that, but I need to leave my work 90 minutes early two days a week during December so I can get home in time for Aaron to leave for work on non-daycare days.
I am displeased, to say the least.
I’m trying not to get all Grinchy, but it’s hard. I was looking forward to some very rare quality time with everyone home and awake and in a good mood, with some Christmas Music That Doesn’t Suck and some take-out for dinner. Instead, we get to figure out how to cram all the normal weekend stuff into the same abbreviated space as trimming the tree and taking a family picture in front of it. And try to have a good time doing it.
I know we’ll figure it out. I know it’s totally a First World Problem. But that doesn’t make it any less frustrating and disappointing.