Finding sanity in the whirling merry-go-round of decorating, baking, shopping, creating, wrapping, and party going piled on top of every day life…it can be like trying to find parking in Boston. One day last week I spent in a blur making cookies, constructing 8 gingerbread houses, putting together and mailing 7 packages (more on that momentarily), and hosting some dear friends for dinner and gingerbread house decorating.
So, those packages.
I’ve been trying to get those presents shipped for a week. A week, people. It’s been driving me nuts. (Lately, that’s a long drive off a short pier, if you know what I mean.) So, finally I had everything done and loaded in the car, and the kids were napping, and Superman was home to make sure they didn’t wake up and light anything on fire or savage the pile of presents or eat all the candy and chips, and I cautiously announced my intentions.
“Oh, good,” he replied. “Got your wallet?”
“Yep!” I replied automatically. “It’s still in there from grocery shopping!”
I drove into town feeling pretty smug that everything would get to their various destinations prior to Christmas, without having to overnight it. Hey, I’m not saying that it’s happened other years, but it might have.
There was even a parking spot right in front of the post office. I went to take my first armload of packages inside, and discovered after 10 minutes of fruitless rummaging that I must have brought my wallet inside after grocery shopping. Yay, me.
So, it was home again, home again, but I wasn’t jiggety jigging when I went in and snatched my wallet. Returned to the post office. Proceeded to take over a corner of the small office as I wrestled with boxes, tape gun, tissue paper, and wrapped packages. They all got shipped, and I got home in time to baste the chicken and start the rice for dinner, but I won’t say it was without some effort.
So, when I say that I mailed 7 packages, I feel that it deserves more than a cursory couple of words in a sentence.
Yes, I am that crazy.
The next day dawned with me prepping beef stew and slicing bread for the potluck lunch meeting that Superman was attending, and by the time that I wiped off the counter from the breakfast dishes, my grand plans involving the sewing machine and Christmas surprises kind of went out the window. Malachi took his morning nap, JoJo and Alaina watched a Christmas movie, and I sat down and read a book.
It was bliss.
I even had a cup of coffee with it.
Can I just encourage you to try it? I know, I know. Your list is long. But a frazzled mama does not a Merry Christmas make.
So, if you can, step away from that crazy-making whirl of preparation, do what you can to make some quietness, and just be.
It’ll do your whole family good!
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