Well, it's done. I have finished my holiday decorating. I tell you, I am exhausted! Here's how it all started....I spent the entire day cleaning, and getting ready to put up the tree since the wee one wanted it up before Thanksgiving. "Mom, it's tradition! Can't you have it up when I get home from school?" Oh sure. I'll just add that little project to my list! (Oh, and as a sidebar, I was feeling rather "frisky" all day, so I shaved the legs, called hubby with suggestive comments, and couldn't wait to see him when he got home.) He gets home early, so that he can paint the front of the house. Fine. No problem. All I ask is that he help me move the loveseat into dd's room, so I can put up the tree. We start moving it, and it won't fit through the doorway. Then we bang it into the woodwork, scraping the paint and gouging a nice chunk out of it. And so begins the yelling. "I'm so glad I came home early to move furniture! Why do you always have to start these projects?" (follow that with a string of curse words, especially when he catches his hand in the springs of the pull-out bed). Frisky level at this point....zero! And as for my "project", forgive me for being festive and wanting my house to look nice. So, long story short, things were said, yelling happened, and I ended up in the bathroom crying. Hubby comes in and apologizes, I begrudgingly forgive him, (can't let him off too easy), and I begin putting up the tree. All goes fairly well until after dinner, when oldest dd decides not to save the leftovers, but put them down the disposal. Dinner was spaghetti, so of course, it slides down the pipe and gets stuck. Disassembly of sink pipes and a grounding later, things calm down and the tree is finished. Now, that I am able to sit and enjoy the glow of my beautiful tree, my anxiety level is so high that my stomach hurts and all I want to do is go to bed. So, on that note, I will bid you all goodnight....for tomorrow is another day....whoopie.
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