Every year, I say I’m not going to do it. I say I’m not going to get stressed out. That I’m not going to worry if I can’t do it all. That I’m just going to focus on keeping the Christmas Spirit alive and well—whether or not all goes as planned.
Like every other mom on the face of the planet, I’m committed to doing everything possible to giving Tori the Best. Christmas. Ever!
So I start making lists. Lists of holiday activities we must do, crafts we must create, cookies we must bake, presents I have to buy… it quickly gets out of control.
And those lists? Are crazy making. Guilt inducing. After all, what would the other moms say if they knew we haven’t done any holiday baking? And that there isn’t a single string of popcorn strung on the tree? And that only one window on our Advent calendar has actually been opened?
I know that chances are, they’d say “me too.” But the crazy lady that lives in my head tends to forget that.
So right now, I’m putting her on notice. There will be no more Screaming Guilt Trips in my head. No more could’ve would’ve should’ves.
Because at the end of the day, none of that stuff matters. It’s moments like this that do:
Besides, I’ll be seeing my grandmother in a few days. She’ll do enough guilt tripping to last me the whole year through.
Now, would someone please pass me the eggnog?