If you haven’t picked this up yet, I’m a bit of a perfectionist. My day of 8 batches of peanut brittle could be evidence of this fact.
But like any 12 stepper, this first battle is to acknowledge that you have a problem.
I’m a perfectionist. Done.
Step #2? Deal with it.
And then Christmas comes along.
Here is the ultimate opportunity to have the cutest Christmas card, the yummiest cookies and the straightest Christmas lights. I want all of these things.
But sometimes life doesn’t work like that. Sometimes you scorch the peanut brittle.. Sometimes your Santa picture is a Santa disaster. Sometimes all you want for dinner is chocolate and bread. These things happen.
And I’m trying to learn how to deal.
We headed out to Peacock Lane to ooh and ahh at the Christmas lights. It’s Portland. It poured rain. We were soaked, but happy. It wasn’t perfect, but it was pretty darn close.
I bought a gingerbread house kit so that we could have a picturesque centerpiece for our table. First Matty B dropped it and it broke into 24 pieces (ok, not 24 – more like 4). He glued it back together okay, but let’s be real. Do dueling toddler/preschooler siblings strike you as expert gingerbread house designers?
Did they have a blast? For sure. It wasn’t perfect, but it was pretty darn close…
Still on the docket? Gifts need to be poorly wrapped. Silent Night must be sung, and hopefully pitched high enough to startle some dogs. And of course, chocolate and bread must be eaten. Not perfect, but pretty darn close…