You Are Cordially NOT Invited to my Pity Party

You are cordially NOT invited to my pity party

Once upon a time, we sent out an un-invitation for a Christmas party.  For many years, we had thrown a holiday party. It was a blast.  It was the highlight of the season (at least for me).  And believe you me, it was festive.  We cooked up a storm, we decorated the house and we did some boisterous singing of Christmas songs around the piano. But it was also a ton of work and that year we decided to take a year off.  So as to not confuse our friends who were always expecting an invitation to this party, I sent out an invitation that said- 

 

You are cordially NOT invited to the Allison/Schunk Christmas party.

It’s not because of the cooking and shopping that breaks the bank. 

It’s not because of the clean-up that lasts for days. 

It’s not because of the out-of-tune singers (you know who you are)

It’s because we just need to take a year off.

 

I tell this story as a preamble to the invitation I am about to issue.

 

You are cordially NOT invited to my pity party. I’m going to have it all by myself.

  

Ready?  Here goes. In no particular order. 

 

I’m half deaf

My vision is wonky

My balance is wobbly

My sister died of ovarian cancer two weeks ago

It is 15 degrees below zero outside

I have covid

My husband has covid

We are missing my nephew’s epic wedding celebration in Sayulita, Mexico this weekend

And we may or may not get on a plane next week for our planned vacation in Puerta Vallarta.

 

How am I doing so far?  Pretty pitiful right? 

 

But looking on the bright side…  my sparkling Christmas lights are lit.  There’s a fire in the fireplace.  My loyal Smoochy is ever by my side. I’ve got Michelle Obama and Prince Harry’s books loaded in my Kindle and I’m re-binging Ted Lasso.  Tomorrow I’ll be in my art studio making homemade valentines for my loved ones.  Things could be a lot worse.

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