Well, the girls and I are faced with another new beginning. We need to find another place to live and it couldn’t come at a more difficult time of the year. Christmas time, with expectations of presents and such, makes moving into a new place seem like a nigh-insurmountable feat of accomplishment. I won’t go into the reasons behind our unexpected change of venue, suffice it to say, it’s not helping the feeling of family togetherness.
It’s another new experience for me, Christmas as a stay-at-home dad. Last year I was able to provide a modest haul of gifts for the girls, who absolutely adore Christmas. This year couldn’t be more different, for me or the SO. With the impending move to be made around the 1st of the year, money hangs like a dark cloud over this years holiday festivities as there isn’t likely going to be enough for anything but food, gas, and moving expenses. This isn’t the recipe for a Merry Christmas or a Happy Holiday for the girls and I. Yes, I am aware that the holiday season isn’t supposed to revolve around gifts and consumerism (unless you are asking anyone in the media or the retail sectors), but try telling that to a child who has no clue about money and how it doesn’t grow on trees. For us grown ups it’s difficult because we feel like we can’t provide for ourselves or the kids. For me it’s difficult, sometimes, to see the importance of my role at home when money is the issue on everybody’s mind. Yes I take care of the kids while the lady is busy bringing home the bacon, but as a previous wage earner, it’s hard for me to be unable to help solve the main problem causing all this stress and unpleasantness.
Despite all this, I am grateful for all that we do have. We have each other. We will be fine. It will be a rather bare Christmas, yes, but it will pass and life will go on and the girls will find more reasons to be happy. Maybe that sounds callous in regards to the magic of Christmas, but as I cook the bacon the SO brings home, all I can do is stay positive.