The last time I decorated the house for Christmas was 2 years ago. I was about 6 1/2 months pregnant and it took several days to do it all because I was so tired. It took even longer to finally take it all down because I was even more tired and working. I like to start decorating the weekend after Thanksgiving so I can enjoy all the Christmas cheer for as long as possible, but we are a week behind.
Yesterday we bought the tree, and we were too tired when we got home so we left it outside. This morning the weather said it was going to rain, the kids were up early and the baby is sick so we didn't go to church, so we got started early. We brought the tree in, set it up and then prepared to cut off the twine wrapping. And like every year, I get nervous and envision a huge swooshing of the bottom limbs as they crash through the windows Clark W. Griswold-style. We cut our tree down at a farm, and those trees always look smaller than they really are. Thankfully we escaped any broken glass. To my knowledge I didn't notice any squirrels . . .
After putting the kids away (Cars 2 is a great babysitter . . .) we tried to begin decorating. We pulled in boxes, started putting lights on the tree and getting organized. But, of course the baby is sick, so I headed to the pharmacy for a medicine refill, picked up lunch in the pouring rain and returned. The kids were hungry, the baby needed breathing treatments, and then the kids wanted to help. Which is great, except they start rummaging through all the boxes as though they were starving racoons. So, the husband, because of his height, continued putting on lights and I attempted to put up a few other decorations.
By then, Cars 2 was over, I couldn't send the kids outside on account of the rain, and everyone started fighting. Several shatterproof ornaments were broken by the little people in an attempt to help, and dear Husband could hardly function due to a rather exciting Texans game on TV. So, I put up a few ornaments, but obviously made a better door than window in front of the TV. So, I gave up. I closed all the blinds so I can enjoy the sparkle of the tree lights while less able to see the surrounding mess, grabbed a beer and sat down to surrender to the football game. I looked at the clock and realized it was only 2:30, and that is a bit early to be drinking, but I honestly feel like I have been up for 15 hours so a beer seems appropriate. Plus, I'm going to start a short cleanse/detox on Wednesday, so I better enjoy my beer while I can.
So, the house is a mess and is semi-decorated. I can only do so much. The force of 3 kids and one zoned-out, football-watching husband is just too much. I'll have to wait until they are all gone to complete the transformation of the house to pure Christmas joy. Until then I will enjoy my beer, football and breathing treatment administration in an air-conditioned house because it's too hot outside and all I want is for it to feel like winter. What other choice do I really have? Hopefully some kind of order will be achieved in the next couple days. I'll keep you posted.
Yesterday we bought the tree, and we were too tired when we got home so we left it outside. This morning the weather said it was going to rain, the kids were up early and the baby is sick so we didn't go to church, so we got started early. We brought the tree in, set it up and then prepared to cut off the twine wrapping. And like every year, I get nervous and envision a huge swooshing of the bottom limbs as they crash through the windows Clark W. Griswold-style. We cut our tree down at a farm, and those trees always look smaller than they really are. Thankfully we escaped any broken glass. To my knowledge I didn't notice any squirrels . . .
After putting the kids away (Cars 2 is a great babysitter . . .) we tried to begin decorating. We pulled in boxes, started putting lights on the tree and getting organized. But, of course the baby is sick, so I headed to the pharmacy for a medicine refill, picked up lunch in the pouring rain and returned. The kids were hungry, the baby needed breathing treatments, and then the kids wanted to help. Which is great, except they start rummaging through all the boxes as though they were starving racoons. So, the husband, because of his height, continued putting on lights and I attempted to put up a few other decorations.
By then, Cars 2 was over, I couldn't send the kids outside on account of the rain, and everyone started fighting. Several shatterproof ornaments were broken by the little people in an attempt to help, and dear Husband could hardly function due to a rather exciting Texans game on TV. So, I put up a few ornaments, but obviously made a better door than window in front of the TV. So, I gave up. I closed all the blinds so I can enjoy the sparkle of the tree lights while less able to see the surrounding mess, grabbed a beer and sat down to surrender to the football game. I looked at the clock and realized it was only 2:30, and that is a bit early to be drinking, but I honestly feel like I have been up for 15 hours so a beer seems appropriate. Plus, I'm going to start a short cleanse/detox on Wednesday, so I better enjoy my beer while I can.
So, the house is a mess and is semi-decorated. I can only do so much. The force of 3 kids and one zoned-out, football-watching husband is just too much. I'll have to wait until they are all gone to complete the transformation of the house to pure Christmas joy. Until then I will enjoy my beer, football and breathing treatment administration in an air-conditioned house because it's too hot outside and all I want is for it to feel like winter. What other choice do I really have? Hopefully some kind of order will be achieved in the next couple days. I'll keep you posted.
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