If you think this is going to be a how-to post on decorating for Christmas, click out now.
Because that’s not what this is.
Decorating for Christmas is not my strong suit.
In fact, I’m still using the same glass ornaments that we bought nearly twelve years ago (minus three or four that broke last year.)
Because each year that goes by, I become more and more laid back about decorating the tree.
I’m a type A personality, which means I’m pretty anal about doing things my way.
My moms tells my husband, “I don’t know how you put up with her.”
(By being obedient, that’s how!)
And over the years, with kids, my controlling nature has proved to create much anxiety.
Until I realized something: I can’t control a damn thing.
I can’t control whether the kids (or anyone) will listen to me.
I can’t control when the kids fall down.
I can’t control the weather.
Yesterday, I watched my husband set up the tree. Following, the kids attempted to decorate it.
But they didn’t stop there.
Well my husband did.
But the kids…they decided to decorate the rest of the living room.
My knee jerk reaction was to ask them to stop.
But I didn’t.
I just let them.
I feel like something switched after giving birth to the fourth one. Like my “I don’t give a damn” switch was flipped on.
I’m more relaxed and less controlling about some things (hey, I’m allowed to hold on to a few things).
But while everyone thinks I’m probably bat shit crazy and going insane, I actually feel the opposite.
Most of the time.