I love Christmas. Love, love, love. I love Christmas so much, in order to make sure the family got together in a way that was meaningful and significant, I took it upon myself to host the party.
[The perfectionist’s motto is “If you want something done right, you’ve got to do it yourself,” and I am under no illusion that I am anything but a perfectionist.]
At the time, 20-something with no kids and only one job, hosting the extended family for the holidays was not a big deal. I had time to spare, and the time I couldn’t spare I carved out anyways. It was a labor of love. I really did enjoy it.
I planned the meal, made a gift list for all who’d attend, shopped early for presents and wrapped them all ahead of time. I grocery shopped at the cleanest, healthiest stores, started cooking two days early, brined the bird, baked the pies, made candy, baked cookies, created place cards, rented furniture, rearranged tables to fit everyone in one spot, made up guest rooms.
Back up, Martha Stewart. I GOT THIS.
You’re probably thinking “oh my goodness, what a showoff, no one does that for reals except PTA b*tches and Real Housewives of Orange County.” (more…)