Who knew Christmas, the gentle holiday celebrating the quiet birth of a baby savior, could be so violent? Okay, the people who go out shopping on Black Friday know. But for the rest of us who keep our heads and calmly select & lovingly wrap a modest amount of presents for our loved ones to delight in - the explosion on Christmas day can be a tad alarming.
Though I am OCDelicious, I can still revel in the joy of opening gifts with abandon and leave the cleaning for ten minutes later; I simply like to manage things into sensible piles while we unwrap - by recipient, by disposal (recycling or garbage). But this year, with my bunion-liberated foot in a festive fiberglass stocking, I could only watch the mayhem from my Recuperation Station on the couch. And no one could hear my cries for order.
I have been given a necessary lesson in how to graciously accept help this last week. I prefer to just do what needs to be done, because I have a particular way I want it but also because I generally like to do the things I do around my home. [Believe me, I have no preferred method for taking out the garbage or cleaning the cat box other than MAKE IT HAPPEN.] But when I'm weakly relying on crutches or sleeping, everything gets done the way my man & kids figure is best. And frankly, the world is still turning and my life is just as fulfilling.
My Christmas vantage point
It's all about the battles
Music & books & pretty things
Grown-up goodies (and, yes, our unsent Christmas cards)
More kid booty
UnwrappingsMay all your Christmases be bright
and well-organized.
and well-organized.
12 comments:
Okay, so the boy has a book on Romans, a book on the Civil War, and a big-A weapon. Should we all be concerned?
And your girl appears to have gotten a stack of Babymouse books, which my girls adore!
Somehow my 16-year old son has absorbed the lesson about bagging paper as we go--it's a Christmas miracle!
Your house looked so happy when we stopped by, paper and bags and all.
I know it's hard to be sidelined; won't be much longer.
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Worry not, love, I did some extra paper recycling and bossing people JUST. FOR. YOU.
My dad is the king of keeping wrappings in a black trash bag after presents are opened. Somehow it has always been his self-appointed job.
I've cleaned twice and it still looks like Christmas barfed in the front room...
O holy aftermath--I hear you! We left the wrappings at my MIL's where we were staying, but there is still a lot to organize.
Organized? Um...not so much. Wonderful? Yes...it was!
If it depends on being organized, I can kiss the merry part goodbye.
Healing foot vibes coming your way, Bad Mom!
After working in retail for several years Black Friday until mid/end of January (when returns are done) is nothing more than WWIII.
Happy New Year Twinkletoes!
Happy New Year! I hope you are feeling better. Let's get together soon! (We can compare war stories!)
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