‘Tis the season. I can just smell it. I have an insane urge to decorate and bake and knit (and I don’t even know how to knit). And buy stuff. Especially anything with sparkles. This time of year I go a little crazy. (Yes, Josh, I am admitting to ‘the crazies’ in writing.) I guess I tend to go overboard.
Last year I baked my face off. I made so many batches of cookies, pies, brownies, fudge, and of course a Thanksgiving spread Jose Garces would be proud of. I hosted a holiday party and invited -oh- about 150 of my closest friends and all of their children.
Cookies were my real achilles heel. We were up to our chubby armpits in cookies. I took tins of holiday cookie cheer to my in-laws, our neighbors, my friends, my office, my husband’s office, and every doctor appointment I went to. I became a favorite with the nurses.
Ah yes, I may have neglected to mention that I was in the late throes of pregnancy. I think my nesting instinct went a little haywire. And its not that I felt compelled to eat the cookies–I didn’t. I was just DRIVEN to bake them. It was a little manic. Night after night, I would stay up until the wee hours of the morning . . . baking and scheming and …. you get the picture.
And don’t even get me started on twinkle lights. I think I sent Josh out to the store maybe 5 times to buy more lights. Can’t. Get. Enough. Twinkles. Josh was NOT thrilled by our electric bill. Yes, I added enough lights to make a difference.
Take a deep breath, Jocelyn. I’ve made a promise to myself that this year the theme is going to be moderation. (in moderation of course.)
It is very comforting, at least, to know that I am not alone in my holiday haywire. I saw this blog post “I’m like Gollum. But much taller” and laughed out loud. It really resonated with me. And then I got to thinking….maybe I ALSO need some sparkly disco balls…..