Here's an example: I wonder why on Earth my house is always such a mess. I spend literally hours a day cleaning up...I can't figure it out. There are boxes everywhere...boxes of Christmas decorations, boxes of baby toys, boxes of baby clothes, boxes of big boy clothes, boxes of photos. I wonder if my dear tolerant-beyond-belief husband ever thinks 'I wonder if she sold our house while I was at work and we're moving?' Okay, maybe it's not that bad. I swear if I could have one good weekend, I would whip this place into shape.
Then there was this: I should blog about our Christmas tree. I have to say good things about it. I promise it's fine. I don't want Scott to think I totally hate it. We put up our Christmas tree on Tuesday. We always get a real tree. We attempted to get a real tree this year. Apparently, we were about 2 days too late. No trees to be had. Well, no trees at an anywhere-near-reasonable-price to be had. So we did it....we bought a fake tree. I will admit, there is a part of me that is disappointed. It is totally silly. I am an adult, right. Ugh. Anyway, Brayden and I decorated with some assistance from Brody. It is really beautiful. It's tough to take a picture of the Christmas tree. The picture doesn't do it justice.
Now see, if I hadn't told you it was fake, you would have never guessed it. :-)
1 comment:
We went fake this year, too. I hate to admit it, but I'm actually liking it. No pine needles to vacuum, it's perfectly symmetrical and much taller than we would be able to afford in a real tree and it has a perfect branch on top for the tree topper. Still, I miss the smell. Maybe I'll go back to real when the kids are old enough to know the difference. :)
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