I don’t think I am. Bah Humbug, that is. I really DO care. Sometimes I think that others see me as a “don’t care” kind of person because I am restrained and laid-back.
I am the person in the crowd already calling 911 when everyone else is panicking. I am the teacher on the playground who calmly supports the obviously broken arm of a student who has just fallen off the slide, speaking to her calmly while she screams bloody murder. I am the farm wife who runs into the house to rip blankets off the bed to cover an injured farm worker. I don’t lose my cool, I usually remember what to do in an emergency, and I don’t get really excited about cute babies or rock stars. I am the person who could never go “on strike” because I just can’t get that worked up about issues.
I would never get picked to be a contestant on “The Price is Right” If I won the lottery, I would calmly drive to the Lottery Commission and pick up the check., put it in the bank or wherever and calmly go about my business. If Paul McCartney‘s car broke down in front of my house (one of my fantasies) I would call the Auto Club and invite him in for milk and cookies. We would, of course, become great friends forever and I would someday sing a duet with him and ….ooops ok, enough of that. I would not scream or pass out and I would have my camera charged!
I never use the word precious or sweet and I don’t remember saying cootchecoo to any of my kids when they were babies. I have never hyperventilated and have never had a panic attack. I frequently roll my eyes.
This whole introspective assessment of myself rears its head every Christmas. I am not fond of holidays in general and I never really understood why. For the most part I thought it was because I was a working woman, and holidays tend to add a lot of stress to women (and some men) who now have added responsibilities during holidays ( make the holidays fun for everyone else) OK that does sound a little bit bah humbuggy, doesn’t it?
I think many women, mothers, grandmothers, feel that need. The need to make the holidays perfect for their families. We love them and we want them to be happy. It’s a lot of pressure.
Is this a good way to be? Probably not. Even though I seem calm and collected, I tend to keep my feelings bottled up inside. I know that’s not a good thing and results in an occasional incoherent outburst from me (usually in front of a very small audience, my husband) And then there’s the high blood pressure. Yeah.
So what about you? What type of person are you? Do you thrive on stress? Do you hold everything in? Do you try to make the holidays perfect for everyone?