Saturday, November 24, 2007
Well it's 8:30 in the morning and all the men in my house are sawing logs. Even though today is Decorating Day, they are still choosing to sleep. Whatever! Sorry boys, but that's about to change. They hate decorating day. Could it be because I have a million decorations? Could it be because I become some deranged Nazi about where and how things are supposed to go? Could it be because I yell and scream at them to get up off of the ground and start helping, only to rearrange what they do? No. I'm perfect. I'm completely rational and sane. It's them. They're lazy. And they have no Christmas spirit. Whereas my demeanor is perfectly in tune with the Christmas spirit (hangs head in shame.)
I try, really I do. But...it never works out. Something invariably sets me off and it's never a good scene. BUT - I'm going to give it my best effort today. After I drag their butts out of bed that it is...