There. I said it!
I hate Christmas decorating. There. I said it. Actually . . . truth be told. I don't really like Christmas all that much. There are parts I love. Christmas Eve. I like when we're sitting around all together eating our weird dinner, watching a movie together. I like right after the kids go to bed and there is such a feeling of excitement for the next morning. I like Christmas morning and the joy on my children's faces (especially this year- it's gonna be good!). I like being with our families. I like 2 weeks of school off. Yep- I added that. I like Christmas movies and music. I like how my house feels so cozy. I can't wait to sing Christmas hymns or take cold walks looking at Christmas lights.
I don't like the pressure. The pressure to have the best Christmas card, mailed out with our perfectly photographed and coiffed children. I don't like the pressure of finding the perfect Christmas present. I don't like spending money, nor do I like shopping. I don't like the pressure of having my house cleaned and appearing to be professionally decorated.
I feel so much pressure to make this time of year so . . . perfect for my children. I have to provide them with traditions and memories that will last them a lifetime and give them unattainable goals to provide for their children.
I have no idea why I feel this pressure. Doug doesn't seem to care one way or the other. I can't say I remember having perfect Christmases growing up. I remember bits and pieces, but . . . otherwise I don't remember.
I started decorating today. I hate it though and because I hate it- I decided this year, I am going to do it in teeny tiny stages. I'm also not doing a gigantic thing this year. I'm doing some. Because that's reasonable and it adds to the coziness I love, but I'm not going to stress myself out while I make it "perfect."
This year we're going to stick to a few traditions that I know we love and remember- and do them and I'm gonna let the rest of you strive for perfection- I wash my hands of it.
I don't like the pressure. The pressure to have the best Christmas card, mailed out with our perfectly photographed and coiffed children. I don't like the pressure of finding the perfect Christmas present. I don't like spending money, nor do I like shopping. I don't like the pressure of having my house cleaned and appearing to be professionally decorated.
I feel so much pressure to make this time of year so . . . perfect for my children. I have to provide them with traditions and memories that will last them a lifetime and give them unattainable goals to provide for their children.
I have no idea why I feel this pressure. Doug doesn't seem to care one way or the other. I can't say I remember having perfect Christmases growing up. I remember bits and pieces, but . . . otherwise I don't remember.
I started decorating today. I hate it though and because I hate it- I decided this year, I am going to do it in teeny tiny stages. I'm also not doing a gigantic thing this year. I'm doing some. Because that's reasonable and it adds to the coziness I love, but I'm not going to stress myself out while I make it "perfect."
This year we're going to stick to a few traditions that I know we love and remember- and do them and I'm gonna let the rest of you strive for perfection- I wash my hands of it.
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