Too Much Time On My Hands

Eventually our family of two will expand.  Eventually.  Not today.  This is not a blog to make any announcements.  But knowing that we want to have kids, I've tried to become intentional in almost all of the little things in life.  Somethings are deep and somethings not so much.  Like the beach.  I was practically raised at the beach.  Our summers were filled with trips to Bethany Beach and most of our childhood memories were formed there.  So now, as a married couple I try to hit the beach almost every Saturday during the summer.  You know, making it the norm so that when we have kids it will be normal.  When you live this close, why not?  Now I'm way off track from where I was going with this....  being intentional.  Being intentional at Christmas.  I love traditions and I thrive in routines.  I want to keep our traditions going and create new ones as we move into new seasons of life.  Marshall Fields.  Gingerbread house contests.  Essenhaus.  Get-togethers.  I want to be intentional in giving my time. There is, though, a dark side to this.  I have to be able to say no to some of things that we are asked to do.  This is not because I don't want to; it's because if I say yes to everything that we are invited to or asked to do I become very stressed.  When I become stressed, I become crabby.  When I become crabby, I become mean.  Very mean.  Believe it or not, but because Tim is the one I spend most of my time with, I project most of my meanness and crabbiness in his direction.  This, I do not want to do.  So I need to be less stressed so I'm less crabby and I need to free up my calendar so I'm less stressed.  After all, the only one in charge of my calendar is me.  So this is my New Years resolution-ish thing.  Learn that it is okay to say no and not feel guilty and to put my time and heart into things that matter.


P.S. Oh, how I love Styx!
P.S.S. Only eleven more months until Christmas.  Booyah!