Since i alienated most of you with my horrid tales of bodily break down i'll move on. I'll spare you the details of minutes ago finding Lucy the dog ripping apart a dirty diaper. Dogs are gross.
I have been overflowing with pressure and stress regarding the holiday. I wish i was a crafty mom, but i'm not. I wish i could savor the moments, enjoying all the details of trees, paper-chains, christmas concerts and stocking stuffers. Instead, i feel like the top of a tree in a windstorm. Ready, to topple with all the pressure of getting it all done.
As i was micro-managing the christmas tree decorating i had to sit back and laugh at myself. Who's this tree for anyway? Not me. This holiday is all about the kids. Why does the tree have to be perfect. They love it the way they do it. When the tree fell over in the middle of the night, instead of crying, i took the opportunity to let the kids re-do it however they wanted.
I love my children with everything i've got. The pressure to make it all perfect is too much. Instead, i am pledging to sit back and let this holiday unfold - wrinkles, pine needles and all.
Posted by Jess at 01:53 PM Permalink
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Oh, the dog/diaper thing. Nothing is grosser. Nothing.
You're having a great attitude about things.
Posted by Belinda | December 13, 2005 08:03 PM