So much for the calm, happy, upbeat holiday spirit. I succumbed to the Type A demon. I just can not seem to manage the final preparations by myself. And my family, although willing to assist, have been stymied by fear of my pre-festivity wrath. The household joke is “Do you want to vacuum wrong or dust wrong?” Did I mention “Type A”? It is a curse that needs eradicating before my family learns how to make themselves ‘disappear’ altogether before any gathering takes place at our house.
Why is it so hard for me to decide to do it myself or take the help without micromanaging and criticizing? In writing it seems obvious. In reality……..not so much.