The tree is decorated! The tree is decorated!
Does it look a BIT as if someone stood back six to ten feet and FLUNG ornaments at the tree? This is because I crossed "Christmas will not be good unless the ornaments are pleasingly arranged" off this year's list right after I crossed off "Christmas will not be good unless all seven names are signed on the Christmas cards."
After writing yesterday about how I was overwhelmed and trying to fix it by reducing unnecessary perfectionism, I employed my "Well, what CAN you do?" tactic to get myself to do the next thing I really did want to get done: decorating the tree. I couldn't seem to make myself decorate the tree, but I COULD bring up the box of ornaments from the basement and put it in the living room.
From there, nature took its course: children came home from school and descended upon the box. The ornaments were applied two, three, even five to the tip of a single drooping branch. But the ornaments were ON THE TREE.
And, bonus: the children felt as if they had participated in a happy holiday activity. I can picture them later in life reflecting on my awesome laid-back mothering: "She let US do it, however we wanted! She didn't get all uptight about things that didn't matter!" Yeah. That's how it happened.
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