Because of illness, we’re (my wife & I) woefully behind in our shopping. We’ve been trying to get caught up, but with me being sick now, and having family obligations, it ain’t happening. So what is supposed to be a joyous season has been–with a few notable, relaxing exceptions–has been stressful instead. And like angry little children, my wife and I have taken it out on each other. Which brings me to this morning: to my shame, I let her have it with both barrels. I yelled–no, I screamed–at her.
And unleashed the Christmas beast.
I would like nothing more than to say it didn’t happen, that I’m not like that, but I can’t: in the annals of jerkdom, my name is inscribed.
And all I can say now is “I’m sorry. Please forgive me.” It rings hollow, but it’s all I’ve got.
I let it all get to me–instead of unplugging, and finding that still, small voice–I let it all get to me.
Have you had a holiday (holy day) like that, one that was anything but holy?