My Christmas tree is listing starboard.
The children have started to jettison the ornaments.
I decided last week that there wasn't anything on that tree that couldn't be replaced, so I've learned to smile as they rearrange the tree. And sit on the presents which dents the boxes. And land their planes in the branches. I will limit myself to a once a week redistribution of ornaments to their proper sequential order.
I will righteously sample only a tiny corner of whatever treats the neighbors bring by and then toss or feed the vast remainder to the small lions. "A model of restraint," I'll tell myself.
There will be no general panic as I get ready for my baby sister's wedding (and wedding flowers, wedding cake, wedding outfit, and heaven help me, serenity now.)
I refuse to toss the TV across the room when Addison on Private Practice practices old fashioned OB skillz that raise my dander. Deep breathing. Fictional show. Fictional.
How are your holiday goals?
Friday, December 12, 2008