I sat down to write my to-do lists this morning. Lists for the husband and kids too. This is what happened…
She’s making a list
She’s checking it twice
She’s going to give us lots of advice.
On all the chores that we will have to do!
She dreams them when she’s sleeping.
She thinks of them while she’s awake.
She’s going to make us do them all, we better hide for goodness sake!
You better not shout
I think we might cry
I don’t know about you but I’m going to go hide.
Because Christmas mode mom is coming to town!
Damn elf is making a mess again.
I’ve hit my holiday stress wall. Yup, smack in my face. Splat!! Of course this is the week I have to work all five days. I thought I was so ahead of the game this year. I have pretty much ALL of my shopping done aside from two people. That is huge! I was declaring victory until I started to revise my “lists.” We host Christmas Eve so I have lots of lists. Grocery lists, menus, cleaning lists, holiday to-do lists, baking lists. I’m buried in lists. Have I mentioned I haven’t wrapped a single gift yet?
While looking at my lists I realized that there just isn’t enough time. No, I’m not going to clean out every cabinet in the kitchen. I’ll be lucky to get all the platters and wine glasses shined up and ready. The catch-all of EVERYTHING in my kitchen is not going to be re-organized to look all tidy, along with the stack of crap on top of my refrigerator, the mess of children’s artwork taped everywhere, or the porch that has gathered debris from our latest household project. Sorry, but it’s not going to get all done and I need to be okay with that. My Virgo self isn’t totally okay with it, but I want to enjoy the holidays. So into a box it will go and stuffed into the storage closet on Christmas Eve. Out of sight, out of mind. I swear I’ll get to organizing it all…some day.
It’s time to realize I’m not Martha Stewart, Monica Gellar, or Super woman. It’s okay. Actually, now that I recall, Monica DID have a “secret closet.” See, we’re only human and our friends and family will understand. Perfection is highly overrated. However, if my husband opens a can of paint on Christmas Eve morning (which HAS happened in the past) I might be spending Christmas in a straight-jacket.
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Okay, rant over. Are you totally stressing the holidays?