41 days. 43 days, to be exact, if you skip Valentine’s Day. If you don’t, then it’s the aforementioned 41. For me, thankfully there are 43 beautifully devoid of anything to celebrate days before our anniversary. Honestly, we will most likely do something sweet and cliché to celebrate both Valentine’s Day and our one year wedding anniversary. Just a small dinner, maybe we’ll exchange cards and if we’re lucky have sex. Woohoo.
Until then everything will be normal. No more of these weird half days or days off for Chris, no more scrambling to get ready for a dinner I can’t eat at, no more having my routine destroyed because someone was born, or the 8 turned to a 9, or anything of the sort. I wasn’t speaking of Christmas, by the way. We’ve got several family birthdays between Thanksgiving and New Years and each seems to arrive right when I’ve finally got used to how things were.
I’m one of those people who thrive on a schedule. Doing the same thing day in and day out is what I call fun. Don’t be fooled, I love a bit of spontaneity and change, but I don’t love the holidays. They aren’t a one off thing, they are a constant interruption to the way things are and have been. I go a little stir crazy, fall behind on housework, and eat McDonald’s fries (thank you, dedicated fryers!) … on top of being irritable because my routine isn’t working.
Chris, the wonderful man that he is, who will no longer be known as PimpDaddyPain because I hate typing it out all the time… understands. He’s sort of like me. In fact, being off work drives him apeshit. He hates it! So we’re both looking forward to the peace and quiet the next 43 days will allow us. My Mom and Bill are coming for a visit around the 17th of February or so… no doubt they will bring mayhem and disorder, causing me to pull my hair out… but at least my Mom will understand why I seem grumpy when she shows up on my doorstep.
Hopefully within the next month and a half I will actually get off my tush and get the house back to the way it was before I was working… and hopefully we’ll enjoy ourselves, instead of sitting around doing nothing. That is the one thing I do love about the Season… we step outside of our comfort zones and enjoy things we normally don’t during the year. I do miss the interaction and the love, but it’s still nice to know that for now… the only person’s food I have to eat is my own, and the only reason I’ll dealing with gaudy decorations is because we’re putting them away.
So here is too no holidays, no birthdays, and no reason to celebrate anything other than being alive and happy!