Christmas decorations. Here we are again. I kind of lost my crap today. It started out with a bad morning wake up, unexpected medical bills, and general misbehavior of the twins. (Jumping off beds! Like everything goes in our house!)
This is where I was at around dinner time,(a dinner that went uneaten, fyi) I decided to TURN IT AROUND.
This is how I came to hauling the Christmas tree from the garage. Tweaking the limbs to look vaguely tree-esque, only to find this! (See below)
I threw in the towel and picked a fight with my husband. (At 7:00, he's still at work) "you never help with Christmas! You don't care enough about the CHILDREN and their MEMORIES to get off the COUCH." I unleashed hell on that man.
Unfortunately for him, he tried to calm me down with logic (um, have we met before?!) "I am working unusually late nights during December. I'm just exhausted."
"Well be prepare yourself to drag your exhausted [insert expletive here] down to the tree lot this weekend! We're trying a REAL tree this year!"
He then "gave me permission" to do so. AS IF I NEEDED IT.
And now I'm just so upset at... I don't even know what any more, and don't want to do Christmas decorating at all this year.
Except that the kids are positively insane about the crappy half-lit tree in our playroom. They bid it goodnight. They tell the tree Merry Christmas.
I give up, holidays. I was simply never good at this; Someone come decorate my house.