BroganMc
It's not the age, it's the mileage
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OP, your question is one I expect you'll get a common answer for. Debbie Downers usually drive everyone nuts, no matter the time of year.
My dad does get into his Mr. Grumpyface moods, usually when it is late in the day and he's tired and hurting. Winters are tough for an old guy with arthritis. Used to drive me particularly crazy when he'd come home spitting nails because he was in a bad mood. But now I just make light of it and send him off to bed. Truth be told, I get to be Ms. Grumpyface when I'm tired and aching too.
But you never ever let that ruin someone else's good spirits. That's a simple matter of having good grace. Sure it's fine to let your hair down and be crotchety with someone you know very well and trust to understand the reasons for your mood, but anyone else and you're begging to get into a fight.
Makes me say an extra prayer of thanksgiving for the pets we humans keep. How many times do they bear the brunt of our grumpy moods (and get yelled at) only to come right back and cuddle up with us? Nothing softens my dad more than our cat cuddling up in his lap when he just got done yelling at her for climbing the Christmas Tree.
My dad does get into his Mr. Grumpyface moods, usually when it is late in the day and he's tired and hurting. Winters are tough for an old guy with arthritis. Used to drive me particularly crazy when he'd come home spitting nails because he was in a bad mood. But now I just make light of it and send him off to bed. Truth be told, I get to be Ms. Grumpyface when I'm tired and aching too.
But you never ever let that ruin someone else's good spirits. That's a simple matter of having good grace. Sure it's fine to let your hair down and be crotchety with someone you know very well and trust to understand the reasons for your mood, but anyone else and you're begging to get into a fight.
Makes me say an extra prayer of thanksgiving for the pets we humans keep. How many times do they bear the brunt of our grumpy moods (and get yelled at) only to come right back and cuddle up with us? Nothing softens my dad more than our cat cuddling up in his lap when he just got done yelling at her for climbing the Christmas Tree.
All the hype and hooplah just comes across as fake to him. He prefers genuine, in the moment gestures of love over preplanned and designed events. I've learned over the years not to force it down his throat. If I don't drown him in Christmas spirit 24/7, before long he is asking if I want the music on or do I want to watch Rudolph when it comes on TV during football. (And despite the fact that I've been shopping for months, on about Dec. 23 or 24, he'll sneak out for some final gift buying. He's a guy like that.) 