Christmas is eight days away. A week from now I’ll be with my family in Seattle, probably wearing slippers and making cookies. I can’t wait. But it seems there is an attack going on to kill my Christmas cheer. I won’t let it leave without a fight.
For one, I signed on to our bank account last night to work on our budget and noticed three charges to a website I had never heard of. At first I thought I had stumbled across my husband’s purchase for my Christmas present, but then I realized the charges were well over our $50 spending cap. Turns out, someone stole my debit card number and racked up some charges. I put a stop to my card number, but I probably won’t get a new one until we return from our trip. Plus I’m not sure when we’ll actually get that money back.
Secondly, I am sick. I’m fighting it, but I can’t deny that I am sick. Right now I really want to curl up on the couch and watch Oprah, but I’ve got an article I MUST finish. The deadline is tomorrow and deadlines don’t care about sore throats,congested airways and headaches. My co-worker’s husband just found out he has a very contagious strain of strep throat, which wouldn’t be of much concern to me except that I just hung out with him at our company Christmas party on Friday.
So Despite my disappearing bank account and my fading health (a little dramatic, I know) I’m humming along to carols because I’m full of Christmas cheer!