When things get too overwhelming, and I feel I can’t wrap my head around it all, I go to my happy place…decorating my sister’s home. I don’t want to decorate my home because that is boring and stressful. Arranging for Jose to paint the boys’ closet is dull and not what I consider decorating. Scheduling someone to hang the pictures that are sitting on the floor of my office reminds me I have to decide where they will go…which makes me want to cry. Gluing the mirror pieces that have fallen off the arches in my garden means I must...