So last night DH and the boys opened the box containing the tree. Mind you, the box has been in the living room for at least a week. But with sinus infections, sore throats and the like we have just stumbled past the box on the way to the sofa.
But unable to put it off any longer, we put together the tree last night. It’s pre-lit, which makes life a whole lot easier, but as I am currently entertaining the tummy troubles associated with ingestion of antibiotics I didn’t trim it. Rather I took photos of the young en’s as they pawed through the boxes of ornaments.
Sometime before Dec. 20 I do hope to have the whole thing assembled, festive and sparkling.
I’m not exactly sure what has happened to me this year, I have been jolly about the idea of Christmas. But the reality of executing the event has completely eluded me. Perhaps it’s because I’m currently working frantically to earn enough money to put a gift or two under the tree.
DH and I plan to go shopping tomorrow. He’s not working at his second job Wednesday p.m. and he only has a half-day at school. But in order for that to happen I have to research and write two more stories before tomorrow at noon. I also need to make a list, (and check it twice!) I’d get on it right away, if I didn’t have to go wrap presents for the Relief Society party to be held Thursday night.
I feel like I am being pecked to death by a flock of Christmas geese.