We Canadians already had our Thanksgiving and now that Halloween is over, we’re ready to dive into the Christmas season. Well, not yet, but close. It’s definitely time to start thinking about planning family gatherings, what to buy the kids, you know, things THAT TOTALLY STRESS ME OUT.
I’m not an easy-going person. I may come across that way in person but I am most certainly compensating for the TOTAL AND COMPLETE NEUROTIC FREAK THAT I AM ON THE INSIDE.
When my oldest three kids were about say, ten, eight and five, we had the Nintendo Wii video game system. We’d play it together in the basement and that’s when my boys taught me the term rage-quit. It’s when you flip shit and quit mid-game. When I was little, I’d straight-arm the Monopoly board and, with my Julia Roberts forehead vein flashing, yell, “THERE. NOBODY WINS. NOBODY.” And then I’d streak out of the room, hands covering my face, tears streaming down onto the plush peach carpeting. That? Is a rage-quit.
I’d like to rage-quit Christmas, and it’s only the middle of November.