The Trees are up…
Let’s chit chat about Christmas. “Because I’m the mom and I said so, that’s why!” Did you panic for a moment?! “Oh crap what did I do?!”
TREES… yep, I said trees. As in multiple. Well 2 to be exact. I have anxiety/depression that is accompanied by a strong OCD about certain things. A clean beautiful tree void of the haphazard decor made by children is one of those things!
Do some of you have this image of how big my house must be to fit two Christmas trees in it? “POP”! Sorry to burst your very flattering image bubble.
We rent a 1,344 square foot home… I’m just a master at tetras! Ask my husband! I buy something and his reaction (always).. “where are you going to find room for that!?” Always.. I just smile and reply “you’ll see” or “idk but I’ll find space”. Guess what! I do! Every stinking time!
I’m one of those moms that loves that I can decorate however I want because I’m now an adult parent and I have THE say… I’m also the parent that wishes I had the patients and no cares to give about it and could just let them run all the crafty-willy-nillys they wanted and it wouldn’t send me through the roof! I’m not in fact “that” mom. (My sister however is…for the most part)
The mother that I am grew up in clutter with tapestries, a deer head that wore more necklaces than any deer I’d ever met (not that I’ve met any), clutter and that one festive and full of love tree.
Said tree was a tipping point in my young adult life. I am the eldest child of six. Every year each of us made some tacky glittery gap toothed picture ornament or some crazy popsicle stick creation that was meant to be a snowflake. Like most mothers, mine put up the tree and let us hang years of puff-balled overly glittered art all over (or clustered in one area so no one else’s touched ours) this tree.
I can not do that! I have tried, I’ve looked upon the art of my children and thought about it… nope. Can’t. I love what they make don’t get me wrong! Each piece is crafted with little germ filled fingers and love. They make them for me or for dad… whoever they see first.
Oh Christmas… how I… love? Loathe? Enjoy? Cringe? Hmmm how does this joyous holiday hold so many mixed emotions?!
Music… I do not like Christmas music. There! I said it! How? Why? What kind of person?! I’m sure you have questions… my only answer is Retail. I worked retail for years, I listened to countless hours of Christmas music. It doesn’t matter who sings jingle bell rock the song is the damn same! It has the same amount of jingle bell ringing and rocking… they start it in November guys! Come on!
My husband on the other hand… sure perks up for Christmas tunes. I just think there is a time and place for it. We turn it on to decorate the trees and we will have it on on Christmas eve/day. I’m fine with that. It’s my candy corn. One and done! See it, saw it, over it… the décor on the other hand… up day after Thanksgiving down at new years.
Let’s talk lights! Turn them off peeps! Fine! You have them strung on your trees, house and garage… how festive of you! That’s what we do. Let’s do it. But why… why do you keep/turn them on in March? Hmm?
I have no clue why this drives me up the wall but it does. Must be another one of those OCD things. I understand not wanting to get up and down the ladder twice in two months to put them up and take them down but there really is no reason to light your Christmas town up in the middle of spring/summer.
Man that got me all sorts of riled up! Sorry about that! on a lighter note… my house is so festive and cozy right now! I could live in flannel pjs on the couch! I like it so much I could listen to Christmas music! ♥️ So now what? I guess I’ll just keep on decorating the house…I have Christmas shopping almost done, some gifts wrapped, and I’m already thinking about what I can buy on clearance to add to my tree next year!
I hope all of you have had an amazing holiday season so far. I know it’s still 2020 but let do us. Let’s love and laugh and cry and sing to our own hearts content. Breath in new calm and love for life!
Merry Monday! XOXO
The Momma
