I haven't worked a night shift in five days and there is a definite change in my attitude for the better! It will end tonight but there's been enough time for a little holiday spirit to creep in to my atrophied brain. The tree is up and decorated and most gifts for the family are residing in my closet. I bought some Christmas jammies for my ho friend and her kids and they're wrapped and ready to be delivered as soon as they're not contagious anymore. (My friend, not the jammies.)
There will be no cards sent or goodies baked for the neighbors. Most of the lights on the "pre-lit" tree refused to work so we had to put on a few strands ourselves. But I am not letting any of that get to me. It really doesn't matter in the end. And the best news of all--I am scheduled to work right during the ward Christmas program so I don't have to go! I will be sorry to miss watching the hubs narrate but relieved to have an excuse not to go. I would MUCH rather hang with my fellow heathens at work on Sunday than itch my way through sacrament meeting. ( I am seriously getting itchy just thinking about it.)
All in all, things are looking up. I think I'll survive the holidays. And this picture makes it even better.