We decorated our house for Christmas a few weeks ago. One of the decorating ideas included colored light bulbs for our two outside lights. We let the kids choose the colors. One chose red, one chose green. It's very festive.
A few nights later a good friend of mine was dropping me off after a party and she said "You should have gone with red OR green, it's classier". I laughed, gave her some sort of rebuttal and went inside. And started thinking.
She's right. I've lost so much class since I had kids. :) I used to have great taste, high standards and perfect decor. I’ve changed into a stereotypical mom. I realized it when I drove by a house that had a lot of blow up holiday decorations outside. A bit hokey/tacky/cheesy? Perhaps. My first thought was not “gosh, I'd never put that in my lawn” but rather “cool, the kids would probably love that, I should see how much it is”. Then I nearly ran my car off the road in horror. ;)
I used to be so picky. My lovely titanium fridge sparkled. Now you can’t even see it because it’s covered with the kids’ paintings, drawings and the ever-popular “You can make anything you ever want out of a child’s hand traced on construction paper - Turkey? Check! Christmas wreath? Check! Easter Chick? Check!”
My Christmas tree used to match. The ornaments used to be evenly spaced. The garland used to be at perfect symmetrical drapes. Those days are gone. Last year we let the kids decorate the tree. This is what it looked like. I kid you not.
Those kids, they're a little short for tree decorating :)
Mike once showed me an ornament he had made in school that his parents had kept all these years. It was this god awful thing: A giant light bulb dipped in glue and covered in glitter. With a ribbon tied around the base to hang it. I swore that day no such thing would EVER touch my tree. Now my garland is all askew, many of my ornaments are hand made and I just can’t wait to get my glitter light bulb to complete the look.
I've changed. And I kind of love it.