Wisdom. Perhaps a touch of much-needed mental breathing room?
Regardless of whether you’re decking your halls in anticipation of a birthday that happened over two thousand years ago, or (secularly) for a fat guy to break into your house because he’s been watching your kids all year (yeah, because that’s not creepy at all), or well... I’d touch on other celebrations but I’m going to err on the side of “I don’t celebrate it, so I won’t mock it” because I’m friendly (read: ignorant) like that...
Anyhow, point being: for whatever reason, there seem to be plenty of reasons for people to get-together this time of year. In Canada we call it “keeping warm.”
A lot of us will be seeing family soon, be it our family by blood, or the one by choice. And we all know what happens when you get a lot of people together with different opinions, philosophies... perhaps a little alcohol poured in there, too...
Yeah. Shit show, ahoy.
So. In the interest of keeping our lovely family here at The Mrs aneurysm-free over the holiday season, I give to you some words of wisdom.
This is in our main floor bathroom. Because everyone needs to see it.
Everyone who comes into my house long enough to use the bathroom, that is.
I’ll admit I need the daily reminder. Thanks to the copious amounts of tea I drink, I receive this reminder often.
My sanity — and my blood pressure — are much better since I hung this handy sign. (Psst — someone posted it on Pinterest and you know how we feel about Pinterest around here.)
But, if this mental mantra doesn’t work — because not everything works for everyone — I give to you —
(Are you ready?
Like, seriously ready?)
Or, well, pieces of people, I suppose... written in zombie font.
And if visualization’s your thing, might I suggest imagining any aggravating offenders (offending aggravators?) you meet over the holidays as participants in said font?
If that doesn’t work, there’s always defenestration...
Merry, merry, and all that jazz from the Lannis Clan!
Occasional poster at The Mrs, I'm Lannis - or Leslie, depending on which circles you're swimming. A while ago I decided that I don't care anymore, hence my general standards for life are lower than The Mrs' (but she still loves me.) [Editor: I do]
I live in a small town with my favourite people: my husband, Mr Lannis, and our two boys, along with two cats and one hamster.
If you follow me on Twitter, you might witness my issues with linear thought, road rage, spending more money on food than books, and potty mouth. Be warned.
This time last year: Mrs: One...Miss: Zero (Or Lunchtime With A Toddler)