Blog Blast: Getting Back into the Swing of Things

PBN and the new SC Johnson website, [email protected], have teamed up for a blog blast about how you clean up after the holidays, and they want to know how you get back in the swing of things.

After two full weeks of sleeping late, a laid-back posting schedule, wondering what day of the week it is, and having three kids underfoot 24/7, I was relieved to get back into the swing of things this week. Finally Friday feels like Friday (instead of last week when EVERY day felt like Friday) and I’m actually dreading the weekend a little bit.

We’re pretty much packed up and put away, with the notable exception of the dead greenery on the outside of the house. My husband is ruthless about putting away Christmas by New Years Day, so I grudgingly went along with it when he drug all the boxes down from the attic and hauled the Christmas tree to the curb on January 1st — the latest we’ve de-Christmassed in years. Usually it’s closer to December 26th, which may seem intense, but then again, we usually decorate for the holidays on Thanksgiving weekend, so by Christmas Day our live tree is merely a skeleton of its former glory.

I don’t have any great tips for getting the house put back together in a timely manner except for the old Nike ad slogan — Just Do It.  When my husband brought those boxes down, I wanted to crawl under my desk and hide until it was all over.  I was so NOT in the mood for the task at hand.  But my husband insisted that once we got started, it would feel so good to get rid of all the Christmas clutter.  So we trudged along, and by the end of the day, I was glad we had persevered.  There is nothing quite as satisfying as a home recently cleared of its holiday trimmings.  It always feels so empty and clean.

Unfortunately the bitter cold has prevented us from spending the time necessary to de-Christmas the exterior of our home, and since I don’t have to stare at the dying greenery (which is now more brown than green) unless I actually emerge from my cozy haven, which I try to avoid at all costs, there it remains — a grim reminder to every passerby that the festivity of the holidays is behind us and all we have to look forward to is the dreary, frigid, lifeless part of winter.  As diligent as we are to rid the inside of the house of any reminder of Christmas past, we are equally as negligent to do the same for the outside.  My goal at this point is to take it down by Easter.

How do you get back into the swing of the things after the holidays?