Every year I'll tell myself that I'm not going to go crazy during the holidays.
Every year I swear I'm going to enjoy this time of frantic shopping, parties, and family get-togethers.
And every year, I get to around the 20th of December and realize that I've been officially diagnosed with Christmas Craziness.
Christmas Craziness is an affliction most commonly seen in women, particularly mothers, and is characterized by an manic need to clean, bake millions of cookies, write and mail Christmas cards, cook a gigantic meal, and accomplish everything with an air of selfless love and calming grace.
Don't get me wrong, I really love giving presents and getting together with everyone, it's the pressure to do everything perfectly that is really way, way too much.
Said pressure has driven me to do very weird things.
Like last night I realized at 11 pm that I didn't have gifts for five very important people in my life.
I didn't have gifts, so I MUST bakes some cookies.
And since we're still in the middle of the kitchen remodel and we still don't have a working sink or stove top, and I still can't find half of my utensils, I found myself removing said cookies from the tray with a meat cleaver.
Surprisingly enough, the meat cleaver was very effective.
But it's ridiculous to feel this much pressure over a single day of the year!
Every single year I declare that NEXT year I will not go crazy. Next year I will get everything right and won't leave things until the last minute.
Next year will be perfect.
But what if I stop questing for perfection? What if I just chilled out and calmed down and took the meat cleaver to my "to do" list and accepted the fact that perfection, in any form, is simply unattainable?
I think that would make for a much better holiday.
So here's to NOT baking cookies in the middle of the night. NOT feeling guilty for taking an evening off to work on a project you want to work on. NOT stressing out over every single little detail.
Now, I don't know about you, but I'm taking the rest of the day off! I'm going to pop a bottle of champagne, crack open my cheese ball, and spend the rest of the afternoon curled up in bed with a silly book.
Let's go CHILL!
P.S Just in case you're still very much in the clutches of Christmas Craziness, the cookies in the photo are Betty Crocker's Monster Cookies. They're fast, huge, and YUMMY!