December 15, 2006
We finally got the tree decorated, and by "we" I mean "I". I am fully, completely, 100% okay with this, too. Keith strung lights about about three-quarters of the tree as of yesterday, at which time he ran out of lights, prompting a trip to Target to buy some more. Then today he was preoccupied with cleaning up the gigantic mess in the garage caused by a mouse, or perhaps family of mice, gnawing through a bag of birdseed we had out there and subsequently setting up shop. I asked him if his feelings would be hurt if I just finished lighting the tree for him, and he gave me an emphatic no. Actually, he said that his feelings really wouldn't be hurt if I cleaned up the birdseed mess too, but after a moment's quick thinking, I pointed out that as an officially Pregnant Person I probably shouldn't come into contact with mouse feces. He said, well, there's no arguing with that. Phew.
Anyway, I got the lights and star put on, and about half the ornaments, when the kids came traipsing down the stairs from their naps. If I were the good kind of mom that you imagine you will be, back when you have zero kids or are currently in gestational mode for your first kid, I would have told them to lend a hand. As it is, I am more Grinch-like than that and all I could envision was children poking each other with ornament hooks, knocking glass balls onto the floor, tipping the tree over, and generally causing mass destruction. I am simply no fun right now. They did, however, seem reasonably content to watch the proceedings, and everyone oohed and aahed sufficiently when it was all put together.
Keith is off at board gaming club tonight, which gives me the perfect opportunity to get some serious work done on the kids' Christmas Eve pajamas. Which, obviously, is why I'm sitting here working on a journal entry.
Hmm.
Posted at December 15, 2006 8:35 PM