When Maddy was five, we all went to Disneyland. DH and his brother were opening day attendees and my BIL still buys a season pass every year. Admission to the park was the girls' Christmas gift that year from their uncle. It was the first time, and by no means the last, that I talked Maddy into going on "a really fun ride" at an amusement park. At Disneyland, I actually did it twice; she was five, I was her mother, she trusted me. First, we went on Mr. Toad's Wild Ride, which, it turned out, Maddy didn't like at all. I knew not of which I spoke, having never been to Disneyland before, but I was able to convince her, anyway, that she would like The Matterhorn. She was seated in front of me in the sled we shared, perfectly still and absolutely silent during the whole ride -- not a scream, a shriek, a gasp, a laugh, or a giggle. She quickly exited the sled when the ride was finished, spun around on the platform, hands on hips, and said, forcefully, "MOM!! THAT WAS NOT FUN!" After that, I couldn't get her to even look at the Teacups, though I did manage to get her on the Dumbo ride.
This is how I'm feeling. I'm on the platform, awaiting the Holiday Express, spinning (not fiber) around and around and around, hands on hips; "THIS IS NOT FUN!" I'm not enjoying any of it this year and I can't wait 'til it's over. I'm not usually like this, but I just can't muster the spark this year. It's all the usual stress of the holidays, plus a little here and minus a little there.
I ripped the Wee Weasley collar that was knit on size 3 needles and re-knit it on size 5 needles, casting off nice and loose with a size 8 or 9. It's much, much better! A wave of weariness washed over me and nothing else I have in progress was doing it for me last night, and neither were the Packers, so I just up and Jaywalked. Yep, I'm a Jaywalker. Socks That Rock in Petrified Wood. Love. I've never seen such a black black. I feel a little guilty. Eh.
I'm going to try to do the last of the Christmas shopping tonight. With a smile.