That is my dad's LEAST favorite song of all time so we always tell him we'll play it at his funeral.
Yes, it's kind of a ridiculous song. Except I feel really bad for farmers whose tractors can't get no traction. But there is a kernel of truth to it in me ...
On New Year's Day, we woke up at Grandma's, went to my old church, came home, had a great breakfast-for-lunch of french toast, ham, scrambled eggs, and OJ. Then we de-Christmasfied. I got all the outdoor lights off the gutters and coiled up. Removed the wreath. The kids gathered all the stuff from around the house after Dave brought in the boxes. He took all the Christmas cards down that we'd taped around our column in the kitchen while I supervised ornament removal, got the tree outside, and packed up the bins. Then we vacuumed and cleaned.
And did I look around with a great sense of accomplishment at the uncluttered surfaces? No, I beat myself up that I was too tired to dust.
While I'm not making a resolution, like I said in my last post, I am trying to appreciate what I accomplish more and not be too hard on myself. To be satisfied with good, hard work, even if I could have done more.
Can I get an Amen from you other Type As? lol
I don't think I'm a type A, but I probably score a B-plus! You dad (yes, the one who just LOVES that song!) has always said you're too hard on yourself. Glad you're going to be kinder to yourself from now on.
ReplyDeleteAmen! lol It's a good year to be a little kinder with ourselves!
ReplyDeleteI always find there's those few Christmas stragglers. One card, one mug, one ornament--all the stuff I find AFTER the boxes get put away :D
ReplyDeleteJoanne, I JUST found a lone snowman on a window ledge in the office. I guess he gets to stay out all year. :)
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