Things have slowed down a bit here at the Point and I can finally see past the piles of wrapping paper in my bedroom. Besides doing all of my gift wrapping in there, I have this idea that I must keep every shipping box until all of the gifts have been opened and approved of. What if something needs to be returned to Amazon.com? So my bedroom has become the hub of packaging, invoices, bubble wrap and general garbage.
There is something about this mess that keeps me from being able to write. I sit down to tell you all of the adventures of my life, which basically consists of wiping off the table and wondering why no one else ever notices the spot on the floor in the hallway, but the mess in my bedroom stops me. I can not think in a sea of cardboard.
It’s my Kryptonite.
To top that off, we are sick. AGAIN. I guess 2011 will go down in our family history as the year of the stomach bug. It’s been only a month since we recovered from the last infestation and here we go again. One person was sick yesterday, two today and who knows what tomorrow holds. I promise you I am boiling/bleaching everything we touch and quarantining sick people. I have essential oils slathered on everyone.
Maybe I could barricade them with cardboard boxes.
The good news is that there is still baking and cookie eating going on here. The house, despite the slight odor of vomit, smells delightful. It’s all chocolate chip cookies and banana bread….muffins and fudge. There’s flour dust and sugar granules covering every surface. But nothing stops us. It just isn’t Christmas without food coloring stains and sprinkles.
Giant messes, sick people, cookies and gifts. It’s a holiday tradition.