Yes, yes it is. The most wonderful time of the year. Unless you’re someone’s mom. Then its a little less wonderful and whole lot more manic.
I was organized this year. With all the time on the road, I buckled down one free Saturday and did all the Christmas shopping in one shot. Ordered the out of town gifts online so they shipped directly. Sorted out the Shorties. Organized. Awesome. Now we’re a week away from the big day and I’m starting to second guess. Its like when you make a record and it takes 6 months for the label to release it, you start to worry. Will it be ok? Will they like it? Is it enough? So now I’m in that manic panic of running around from store to store coming out empty handed. I know I shouldn’t worry. Three weeks ago I was on top of the world, doing the Rocky run around the house, fists pumping; “I’m done!!!” What happened between then and now that I am second guessing every gift I bought. Seriously? What’s my problem?
Aside from my own psychotic need to please people and make everyone’s holiday perfect, I’m also now deep in the throes of the hostess gift. Stocking the right amount of gifts to give to those kind enough to invite all 4 of us over for some holiday cheer. When you have toddlers, the hostess gift better be good to make up for the pomegranate juice spilled on the white carpet or Shorty #1 single handedly tearing off the fireplace door (this actually happened…). Maybe a gift certificate for a maid service? Or a free post-holiday/ visit by us carpet cleaning? These are good ideas for next year.
I know I shouldn’t be so hard on myself and to be honest, this year I’ve taken a bit of a chill pill. There’s no lights on the outside of the house and save for the stockings being hung by the chimney with care, the inside Christmas decor is kept to a minimum. Maybe I’ll even live up to my annual vow to “not go overboard this year.” So if you’re on my list, I apologize in advance if you hate it or if you think I cheaped out. Its all about the presence, not the presents – right?
Happy holidays. xoxo