to think about starting to decorate for Christmas.
And I was going to….
yesterday.
But then it was 65 degrees outside and I had to go rake leaves.
Which doesn’t really put one in the mind to decorate for Christmas.
It does make one start to wonder about saving one’s money for next year to hire a landscaping company,
if only for the leaves
and encourages thoughts about a slow and painful premature
death.
And Spencer has been needy.
Not in a hewantstocuddleandreadbooksandsleeplotsnadhe’ssocutekindofway
but more in a suck me dry kind of way.
And this morning I was contemplating the idea of telling my children that Santa believes that waking up cranky,
and crying,
and obnoxiously early
is grounds for present dismissal.
It is, isn’t it?
The good news is,
I’ve already submitted my Christmas list to Bryce:
new pantry interior
(mine is ghetto and ill planned and U.G.L.Y.)
and rubber work boots for the rainy season.
REI has some boots….
for $110.
Rrrriiight.
I still love them.
However,
on Saturday, we’re going to go cut down our Christmas trees.
We’re getting two! (four seems excessive, ahem)
I’m kind of thinking about getting someone to watch the kids, and just Bryce and I will go.
Cruel?
One would think,
(if life as like the movies and my children were angelic)
if that person hasn’t traipsed all over a muddy mountainside with four children wearing noncuttingdownchristmastreegear.
But I have
and a sitter is sounding pretty awesome.
And today I’m tired.
I go to a Zumba class.
Let’s just say that my hopes and dreams of having a dancing career are not even
remotely
realistic.
I take comfort in knowing that I can always fall back on my ability to
rake leaves.
Have you decorated?
If you’re my real friend, you’ll lie and say ‘no’….
or you can come over and help me
or do it all
or take care of Spencer….
Katie