Our tree is up and decorated. I know. It's not pretty. It's not symmetrical. It's not what I want. But this is year 2 of letting go of my OCD tendencies for the holidays and I didn't twitch nearly as much as I did last year.
I twitched, of course, but the twitching was lessened by the smiles on the babies' faces. They are proud of "their" tree with the green with the green and the pink with the pink, oh and don't forget the purple on purple action going on.
I'm fine-ish, and they're happy. Their happiness is what matters most in life. The elf is on the shelf watching their every move and I'm thankful they believe even if our tree is a hot mess.
Tonight we put up the tree, read Dora, Spiderman, another Spiderman, Elf on the Shelf, and all the while they admired their "beautiful" tree. They are happy so I am happy.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to organize my desk again or something. Seriously, something has to be in place around here. Happy OCD-free holidays to you and yours. We'll take out the rest of the decorations this weekend and I can't wait to see what they want to do with those.
At least it still sparkles. There's still hope!