There is something about Christmas Day that sends my OCD into tingling overdrive.
The wrapping paper, the explosion of toys, the chaos. Oy!
By December 26th I’m more than ready to take down the tree, reorganize the kids’ rooms to fit all the new stuff, and make my house resemble some sort of normalcy.
I love Christmas – don’t get me wrong! But, the magic and prettiness of the holiday usually ends for me the morning after as I sip coffee and survey the damage. I get urges to go buy bins, bust out my label maker, pack it all up, and bid the whole thing a fond farewell until next year.
I took last week off from my dissertation so I could enjoy my kids, make cookies, and appreciate what it means to slow down.
Well, last week is over. I’ve got crap to do. It’s time to back this baby up and regain some orderliness.
Because if my OCD is going to continue tingling like this it better plan to buy me a drink before I can get any more relaxed.
















