Tuesday, December 21, 2010
It's beginning to look a lot like a freakin' disaster...
I think we all know that while I'm a planner and a list maker, I am not a perfectionist. "Good Enough" works for me. I have enough stress in my life without intentionally adding to it with ridiculous expectations of myself. There's plenty for me to hate myself for without adding unrealistic goals I will fail to reach.
Seriously, why set myself up for that kind of stress, disappointment, pain and self-flagellation?
So it is with hand-wringing horror I watch a friend amble merrily down the path towards soul-crushing disappointment of failure to deliver.
She's hosting Christmas at her house for her entire family for the first time. The list she made for herself even had me gasping. Dinner is being made completely from scratch. Completely. She's not even using canned cream of mushroom soup for the green bean casserole. At this point, I'm afraid she's going to decide to churn her own butter and hunt down the turkey with a musket.
Um, this girl struggles with grilled cheese sandwiches.
On top of this, she's making gifts for everyone -- on top of the regular gifts, everyone will get a hand-made memento of Christmas 2010. And these aren't small, easy gifts either.
House will not only be cleaned, but all rooms will be decorated. She even bought little Santa hooks for the shower curtain in the bathroom. Did I mention that this decorating involves repainting a couple of rooms that need it?
And did I mention that she's in graduate school? She has finals to take *and* essays to grade before the end of the term. And she has a part-time job outside the classes she teaches too.
This would be a monumental task for Martha Stewart -- who has a whole team of assistants AND at least some some experience in cooking, decorating, and crafting. This girl -- dog love her -- is no Martha. And has a lack of assistants as well. I respect (and even envy) the ambition, but, yikes, way to set yourself up.
Back around Thanksgiving, I tried to (gently) tell her that she might be setting her goals and expectations a little too high. (If for no other reason than she hadn't even started any of this.) When that didn't work, I flat-out told her she was insane. I was brushed off. Just because *I* couldn't handle something like this, I shouldn't be projecting onto others.
Okay, then. Have fun. I'll send a big bottle of wine. You'll need it, dearie.
Last time I checked, I was, sadly, being proven right. I wish it were otherwise, but...
So, it's T-minus-four today. Wonder how it's going? I'm afraid to call, though. It could be really ugly. I think I'll double the wine delivery...
So, are you one of those perfectionist people? Do you try for a Martha Stewart-type holiday? Do you succeed in achieving it? (Realize we reserve the right to hate you on principle if you do.) Or are you a "Good Enough" person? Ever set yourself up for disaster?