I suppose I should be feeling the warm, glowing, warming glow of the approaching holidays, but you know what? I'm just kind of cranky.

I'm cranky that we have to drive seven-plus hours (one way) with two small children in order to celebrate Thanksgiving. I'm sad that we won't be in our own home for Thanksgiving (or Christmas, for that matter). I'm tired of fretting over budgets and trying to figure out how to do all of our holiday shopping without resorting to the credit cards.

Man, I'm feeling downright Grinchy, and it's not even December yet.

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On the one hand, I have this sick desire to spend the next month festooning my entire house from top to bottom with decorations in order to create a Magical Fairytale Holiday Wonderland for my kids. On the other, who am I kidding? I can barely manage to keep the dog hair accumulation from reaching bio-hazard levels.

I'm sick of all the articles telling me how not to stress out about the holidays. I WILL STRESS OUT IF I WANT TO. Which, uh, I don't. (Shut up.)

Oh, and don't even get me started on all the advice about navigating the season's many social shindigs that I am surely invited to. Black tie events? Holiday gala balls? Cocktail parties? Riiiight -- ask me when's the last time I was out past 7 p.m. Dear Santa: I want a babysitter.

Well. Clearly I've got some attitude adjustments to work on over the next few weeks in order to re-embrace the True Meaning of the Holiday Season ... cookies. Uh, wait. I mean, family togetherness.

Are you feeling impending holiday crankiness, too? Or have I just, you know, got a candy cane up my butt?