Now that Thanksgiving has come and gone, I can talk about Christmas without feeling like it's a...problem. Err. Or before someone comes and slashes my tires. I don't really get into the 'respect the turkey' hype, but I do love Thanksgiving, and so I like to take that all in before I get all Christmasfied. Which means that basically, I don't decorate until after Thanksgiving.
Don't get me wrong--we don't wait long, though. Basically just long enough for our turkey dinner to digest (hardly). So, Black Friday morning, while most of you are out shopping and fighting the crazy herds, we're home in our jams, decorating. We have breakfast. And coffee (we never NOT have coffee, let's be real). Christmas music. And it's beautiful and peaceful and organized and not stressful at all.
Can you see it in my face? I'm lying.
BIG FAT FREAKIN' LIES.
I want to be all, decorating my tree with my toddler was magical! We stopped and ooh'ed and ahh'ed over every ornament! I told her the story of the 394820948 "baby's 1st christmas" ornaments she has! I let her magically place fake snow on the tree and didn't wince an ounce when it all ended up on my floor! I didn't fight at all with my husband over stupid stuff! We kissed under the mistletoe! (we don't have mistletoe)
But they are lies.
Christmas decorating gives me anxiety.
Major, major, almost-meltdown-status-anxiety.
My living room looks like a bomb exploded for 75% of the day.
Most of the day you can't even hear the Christmas music because it's filled with, Don't touch that! Mac, get out of there! This #$@*#*@ strand of lights won't work! Crap, the tree is falling is apart! You forgot another box of decorations in the garage! We forgot to order Lucy a stocking! Here, you hold Lucy while I wrap the banisters. Don't let her roll over that pinecone!
You get it.
Every year, I like to pretend it's going to be something magical. But it never, ever feels that way.
The end result? Well, that always feels good. But the 99 times I have to vacuum up pine needles to get a clean floor** feels like it will surely kill me before I get to sit back, turn on my YuleLog on Demand (don't judge, we don't have a fireplace) and breathe that sigh of, it's done.
The good news is--I think that despite the fact that I feel somewhat crazy and out of control in the Christmas set-up madness? I still think Emeline loved every bit of it.
Every day, about 40 times a day she'll proclaim, "It's Christmastime! I love it! Mommy, I love my Christmas tree! It's so boo'ful! Oh, the sparkadally lights!"
She makes all the crazy worth it.
*I find nothing fun about Christmas decorating at all. At ALL. It's hard to fake it. I'm not sure that will ever change, but we'll just pretend there is hope.
**Let's be honest, it never gets clean.
Let the good times roll.