Holy Mother of Jewish Princesses. I try to reserve my end of the week blogs for topics regarding doing what you fear. I’ve got to tell you, not hiding under my covers and waiting for my least favorite month of the year to be over, has been a true act of bravery on my part. I know, bah hum bug and all that. Seriously though, the holidays are not for everyone.
In our dual-culture family, I have been knee-deep in Chrismukkah chaos. I’ve been gearing up for Hanukkah concerts, preparing for Christmas visitors, and shopping for every holiday gift imaginable. But worst of all, I organized our dreaded family photos.
When I say dreaded, I am in no way exaggerating. I’m not a fan at looking at pictures of myself, my boys hate posing of any kind, and my husband, well, let’s just say he needs therapy when it comes to taking his picture. He acts like he’s being sent off to Guantanamo Bay for a dose of water boarding. This year, after days of complaining, I had a complete Mashugana Meltdown and disinvited him from EVER posing in another family photo EVER again. I scooped up my boys and left without Mr. Grumpy Pants.
Of course, by the next day I felt like the Grinch that stole Christmas so we loaded our poor boys into the car and drove them back to the beach where I kindly took pictures of my husband with his sons. Our family holiday card will include three pictures this year – one of me with our two boys, one of our two boys, and one of my husband with our two boys. Does this make me a bad wife???
Hope you are enjoying your holiday season with much joy and merry-ness. Someone needs to be doing it.