Santa knows I’m forcing it…

Yesterday Shaun and I went to pick out a Christmas tree.  Normally we procrastinate until a week before Christmas before we rush out and get a tree.

Halloween came and we were, “ugh”. Thanksgiving came and we were like, “ugh”.  Figuring that Christmas was going to be much like the same. Our solution was to tear through the garage and get our Christmas ornaments and decorations out and force ourself into the mood.

It took a good couple of hours for the whole family to get everything up.  We strung the lights and went through the traditions of putting up our special ornaments.  I waited until last to put up my 5 favorite ornaments at the tippity top.

After all of it was done, I vacuumed up the needles and put away all the boxes.  Perfection. Best decorations and handsomest tree EVER.

10 minutes later, Kara informs me that the tree fell over.  Grrreeeeaat.  The floor will be wet from the water in the base and needles will be in every corner of my living room…but how bad is that?  I’ll go back into the living room after Shaun and Tyler had uprighted the tree and fixed it.  EXCEPT, this isn’t a simple ‘flesh wound’ to the tree…this is a full on Trauma situation.
“Mom, your favorite ornaments broke.”  Both arms and legs went numb.  CHEST TUBE! GET THE TREE A CHEST TUBE!

The tree had to be stripped of everything and redone.  My decorations needed lots of super glue.  My mood…blown.

After we got the tree into an upright and solidly placed situation we decided that we would redecorate tomorrow.

THENNNNNNNN, the lighted garland on the fireplace mantle arched and blew the breaker in the house, leaving us without lights on the whole right side of the house.

Procrastination never sounded like a better idea than last night.

*sigh* Tell me this isn’t a sign of what this Christmas is going to be like…