Yesterday afternoon I made a pitstop at Michael’s to stock up on Christmas necessities such as 18 feet of garland, fake cranberries, and an array of ornaments. I, along with 150 other craft-loving Americans, sardined ourselves through the aisles and getting caught on random 10-foot candy canes. I was having fun.
I have been looking forward to decorating for Christmas for weeks. I’ve been Pinning the shit out of cutesy decorative ideas and I was rip-roarin’ and ready to go.
Then, in the midst of glittery ribbon and garland, I looked down at my shopping cart and had a mini melt down. I don’t know how to decorate for Christmas. My house will never look like Martha’s or anything that I’ve seen on Pintrest. I’m a fraud.
Of course, I expressed my fear to Cory in a calm and normal manner. “Let’s just put all this shit away! I don’t want it. I don’t even know what to do with it. Just forget it!”
His response: “What the hell are you talking about?”
So I put the garland back. See ya, fake cranberries. Nice knowing you, sort-of-matching Christmas tree ornaments. To hell with all of you.
After loud whispering in aisle 7 about how I don’t know how to decorate for Christmas, Cory convinced me that I was having a momentary lapse of sanity and that I would do just fine decorating for our first Christmas.
So I went to pick up the garland while Cory retrieved the cranberries – from middle of the floor on aisle four.
If you’re married (or live with your signifiant other) do you have any “lapse of sanity” moments when preparing for any “firsts” ?
Married or not – have you started decorating?As you can see…we’re getting there.