I realized while shopping today that I’m never more excited for the next Christmas than I am on Dec. 26. There are 364 days ahead of me to prepare for it. That’s plenty of time to deck the halls, write the cards, post the photos, bake the cookies, wrap the presents and tie the ribbons. Oh, and clone myself three times over to get all of that done whilst still running a life. (Fortunately, this will also leave me time to work quaint expressions such as “whilst” into my every day conversation.)
Maybe if I were one of those people who lived in a spotless house to begin with, it wouldn’t seem so daunting. But, I live in a house where there’s a crock-pot sitting on top of my dryer at the moment. I moved it there from the kitchen floor where it had been for – well, I don’t know how long. Lets just say, “awhile,” because that’s a generous description and it is the holiday season after all.
I’d best spend the first six months of the year organizing, rearranging and cleaning my house. Okay, maybe I better set aside eight months for that.
It’s not that I don’t want to live in a spotlessly clean, well organized home. I do. I really, really, really do. But when I’m faced with the choice of finding a hole in a cabinet where the crock-pot can fit, or going to dinner with a friend, the crock-pot will never win. Never. Never, ever, ever, ever. (Just imagine Taylor Swift singing about crock-pots instead of bad boyfriends and you’ll get it.)
As you may know, despite my tendencies toward clutter, I’m a complete and total germ freak. So anything in my world that involves food prep has to be ultra clean. However, apparently I’m fine with walking around a crock-pot on the floor in order to disinfect the kitchen counters. Honestly, even I don’t understand me.
But, 2014 is the year when I’m going to get my home life organized. I’m going to be that person who welcomes drop in company on a moment’s notice. Well, truth be told, I already am that person. The difference will just be that they won’t be sitting in a living room where clothes from my last excursion are draped over the backs of chairs, and greetings won’t include, “Here, let me move that stack of papers so you can sit down.”
Because I was out there in the madness today, buying adorable teapot ornaments and glittery Christmas cards, not to mention treat bags and specialized cake pans. By all outward appearances, I am a woman preparing for Christmas 2014 to be a dazzling display of my domestic prowess. (I’ve written being a “domestic goddess” before, but I’m trying to blot that out right now.)
These are lofty goals. Mighty lofty. But, I’m putting them out there in black and white pixels because words have power.
I hope pixels are more appetizing than crow.