Clark W. Griswold
Monday, December 17, 2012
I am the female version of Clark W. Griswold, and it is evident especially between Nov. 1st - Jan. 2nd. No, I don't run around with a chainsaw cutting down a tree in the front yard. I set expectations for a holiday that no one could reach.
My Grandmother is my model. I don't know how she did it. Her house was immaculate. Her tree was perfectly decorated. The table was gorgeous with her best china, silver and linens. There was always a beautiful centerpiece.
Oh my gosh, the food! I remember Christmas' with she and my aunts in aprons, homemade rolls, pies, candies and her famous dill pickles on the relish tray.
The adults sat at the big table while all of us cousins sat at the card tables.... sometimes my father's youngest brother joined us. Conversation was jovial, never a debate, argument or scandal.
Through out the holiday, I never heard her raise her voice, lose patience or 'melt down.' I really wish I had asked her long ago what her secret was. I am sure it was not Jack Daniels.
9 days out and I am already having heart palpitations thinking about it. Worse yet is that the people who love me most are effected by my eventual annual holiday meltdown. It has nothing to do with the expectations people have of me, but what I expect of myself. No one can make this better but me.
So, my resolution for the next 16 days is to minimize.
At work, I will delegate, make sure things are full and fresh, forget about the extras. No overtime. If it doesn't get done, so be it. I doubt it will be missed.
My house will never be as clean as Grandma's. Dinner won't be as elaborate nor will it be on time. The baked goods and candy will be reduced or done by someone else. The dill pickles will be store-bought. I will not meltdown and everyone will be glad for that.
I AM going to pull out the Christmas apron, wear it and think of her though and all those wonderful holidays at my father's boyhood home in Kansas ¢¾