Mommy and I left about 80% of our preparations for Christmas until December 24.
- We had presents to buy and wrap.
- We had not purchased any food or drink or even decided upon the menu for the eight adults and six children who would be coming to our home.
- We had not cleaned the house in any meaningful way.
- The Christmas tree still lacked at least two strings of lights.
- We had yet to visit with Santa for photos.
Maybe it was closer to 90% of the preparations still undone.
This was not a big deal. We had the whole day to complete these tasks, even with you guys underfoot. Divide and conquer. Be efficient and productive. Rule the day.
And we did. Everything was accomplished by the end of the day, which for me ended around midnight and for Mommy around 1:00 AM. We even had some fun in the process. We had photos taken with Santa in the morning. Enjoyed breakfast together. Sat down for a lovely dinner as a family. Read to the children before bed. After they were asleep, Mommy and I listened to Christmas music while she baked and prepped and I cleaned and de-cluttered the house.
In fact, the entire day would’ve gone off without a hitch except for one thing:
I blocked the basement door with two empty boxes of Christmas ornaments, thereby blocking the cat door which allows our cat, Owen, access to his litter box in the basement. The door was blocked for more than a day.
As a result, the cat peed in Clara’s room, on her sleeping bag, some toys, a pillow, and more.
Then he pooped on our bed.
Then he came downstairs, stopped at my feet, and vomited on the living room floor.
This threw a wrench into our plans. A monkey into our schedule. It sucked away vast amounts of time that were needed for wrapping and baking and buying and cleaning.
But here’s the great thing about this horror show:
Mommy and I laughed about it. We almost cried, too, but once that moment passed, we laughed. Worked together. Praised our washing machine’s sanitize cycle. Tossed a few items away. Made liberal use of the Lysol. Moved on.
We even had an amusing story to tell the next day.
I have a friend who thinks Mommy and I were insane for saving so much holiday preparation at the last minute. She even offered to come over and help wrap presents. I told her that I eat pressure for breakfast and love a good challenge. I assured her that we would be fine.
But in truth, it has a lot to do with the relationship that Mommy and I have. The perspective that we share. Our ability to work together. The trust we have in each other. The faith we have in ourselves. Our propensity to divide and conquer. Our shared values over what is important and what is not.
It’s why we are able to laugh at our cat’s decision to turn our bedrooms into his bathroom.
It was horrible and gross and enormously time consuming, but it was certainly not the end of the world.
And when the sun rose on Christmas Day and you scurried down the stairs, you were were greeted with a fully decorated tree, piles of presents, stuffed stockings, and a plate of half-eaten cookies from Santa Claus. And Mommy and I were thrilled with the gifts we received from each other.
Later on, our friends and family came. A steady stream throughout the day and a formal dinner in the evening. We ate and drank and talks and debated and were merry.
We even had a homeless man stop by.
A grand day, thrown together the day before amidst the vomit, urine, and poop of a justifiably annoyed cat.
The holiday season doesn’t have to begin weeks before if you remember what’s important and stop worrying about the little things that no one notices except you.
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