The holidays are approaching. Just look at Target. If that isn’t proof, I don’t know what is.
I absolutely am a raving lunatic love the holidays. I’ve started playing my Christmas music. Already made hot chocolate for the boys. I’m debating whether or not I should display my Christmas village this weekend. (You know, for the little ones who will be visiting for Thanksgiving. There is some bit of reason behind the madness.)
But I’ve also started my other holiday tradition. Tearing my house apart and putting it back together again. No, I’m not talking about moving the furniture so that I can clean around the baseboards or wiping down the insides of the kitchen cabinets. Not this slightly holiday-induced OCD Momma. I’ve got The Hubby ripping wall paper down so that we can paint (starting last night. Anyone know a quick way of removing wallpaper glue???). And I need to hang curtain rods and towel bars in a couple of rooms. Then there’s some spackling that I have my eye on (to which The Hubby promptly shot me down with an…”Are you nuts?”)
Of course, the fam starts arriving here in the Midwest in less than two weeks. Talk about pressure! But I thrive on it. It encourages makes me get things done around here that are otherwise left to their own demise.
Am I the only one out there to suffer with this disease? Surely not. I truly believe that (dare I compare myself?) Martha Stewart and I share this insanity. Are there others of you out there?
Besides, my boys could care less what color the mudroom is. I have to show off my handy-work to someone. And my Momma always taught me to put your best foot forward for company. (And I thought she was nuts for having us wipe down the walls every Christmas.)
So, if you drop in over the next couple of weeks, we’ll be in a fevered frenzy trying to make our home a comfortable place to visit. Just don’t touch my walls. You may just get a little of Momma’s house to take home with you.
