The Most Wonderful time of the year

It's suppose to be the most wonderful time of the year. It is my favorite time of the year. This year I am afraid will be different. All our family traditions and things we use to look forward to are put on hold because we have no home. It's been 7 weeks since we arrived in Texas. Our house IS finally on the market as of this week but the kids and I are still stuck living with my family until it's rented. There has been many comments made to me about needing to be thankful you have family taking you in, this is just a season, try to find something to do to make the time pass quicker. It's like pouring salt on an open wound. Yes it is in fact just a season but it doesn't change the fact that this season is rather stressful. I have threatened more than once to go back to Illinois and live in my empty home until someone rents it. Sharing a room with five kids and dogs has not been easy and it sure isn't fun. The kids schedule is messed up so most days they are whiny and sleep deprived not to mention missing their Dad. My protector and spiritual leader is not present and I am feeling lots of spiritual attacks. So I am whiny. So I may sound ungrateful. At least I am honest. Don't ever take for granted being in your own home, running things your way, kids having their own space, you having your own space, you having your own bathroom, a mess you can clean up when you want to, people coming over only if you invite them. You know things like that. Maybe this year I will be scrooge.