Is it too early to be in a holiday funk?

I was so excited for the Christmas Season to get here this year. I was ready. I had big plans. I was going to rock the season out this year. It seemed fitting, because my plan is to return to school next fall, so this is the last year I am going to be at home full time.

Then life happened. A. caught a cold, and shared it. My car needed new tires and an alignment. A. started breaking out in hives that I can't really explain. (At first we thought it was her antibiotic, but it has now been 72 hours since her last dose and she is still getting them intermittently.) Benedryl is causing A. To sleep in weird doses, and I keep waking to check on her, so in the last three days I probably haven't slept more than two hours at a time and wake up is sometime between 4:30 and 7. There was driving white knuckled to the in-law's house in torrential rain and pea soup fog. Because I feel unwell my house looks like no one has been cleaning, because no one has been cleaning. Several of our acts of kindness got pushed aside (it is hard to collect trash in the neighborhood when it is pouring, and playing with Grandma trumps writing to a solider). And I seem to have tweaked my back either hefting the tree, or the third row seats in my car, or some combination there of.

So, while I am not Grinch-like, I am having a hard time summoning up a lot of holiday spirit. All I want is to lay down and sleep. Hopefully to wake and find the housekeeping fairies have been to my house while I napped. For A.'s doctor to identify her source of allergic reaction definitively. And it could be nice if I won the lottery while I am piling up the wishful thinking.

Alas, I am the mom. A single mom at that. So I will drag myself up, swallow a handful of Tylenol and some coffee, pull on my big girl panties and use the early wake up time to blog then do laundry. I will drag the girl to the doctor's office and then to her hair appointment and our appointment for holiday pictures. Hacking all the way.