In honor of the Fourth of July yesterday, I thought this would be an appropriate time to quickly confess my hatred of holidays. Well, not all holidays. Admittedly, I despise some more than others.
In the spirit of being timely, allow me to share my gripes regarding Independence Day. Probably the most annoying aspect of July 4th — and the preceding and following days — is when neighbors and other nearby folks shoot off loud firecrackers and bombs late at night while my children are sleeping. In addition, community fireworks start at sundown, which is usually anywhere between 9:30 and 10 p.m. On a weekend, I might allow Elliot to stay up that late. But, this year, on a Wednesday, we forewent the event and sent him to bed at a decent time.
Then, there are the holidays that involve candy, namely Halloween, Valentine’s Day and Easter. I rarely allow Elliot to eat candy in our house, so I don’t like having multitudes of it, provided by grandparents and school parties, at his fingertips. It is not uncommon for the Valentine’s Day candy to still be hanging around when Easter hits. And, speaking of Easter, I would prefer the day focus on Jesus’ resurrection, not bunnies, eggs, baskets and candy.
Our American society has commercialized holidays, with Christmas obviously being the worst offender. I have previously written about my thoughts on the Santa sham, so I won’t recount them in this post.
Like I said, I don’t hate all holidays. In fact, I absolutely adore what we call the holiday season. I love spending that time with my family and celebrating with them. And, the older I get, the more I am enjoying Thanksgiving. Fortunately, it has not been subjected to the over-commercialization from which many of the other holidays suffer.
My husband told me I sound like the Grinch. Go ahead, call me a party pooper.
Originally published on ovparent.com.