I am not making, sending (or grieving over) Christmas cards this year.
Whew! That felt great to say.
Helping the kids with their 60 classmate cards was enough.
So, the huge box of ridiculousness I have saved over the year (recycled cards, cute things cut out for embellishments and wooden stamps) can take their guilt-mongering bits back into the Rubbermaid container they crept out of and go back to the garage where they should have stayed.
There is no family portrait, despite my researching local photographers and venues in November. Our calender was too full.
And yes, I really might just skip the baking as well thankyouverymuch.
Time for a little holiday downsizing! Some things are just going to have to go this year and it's either the excess or my sanity.
Do you hear the empowerment?
Now I'm off to create the bus-sized hamper I volunteered to do for one of the boys' football Christmas parties. I am a sucker for direct eye contact from the manager pleading, "We still don't have anyone to make this years' hamper..."*
Somebody please sew my lips together and tie down my stupid arm!!
*Addendum: Sorry all, I've been living over here for too long-I forget what's American and what's British anymore. A hamper is like a basket or box filled with goodies. They usually raffle them off. I'm NOT filling the thing, only making the wrapped box for everything to go into. However, I have issues and will expect it to be perfect... thus my problem volunteering for things like this.