O Christmas Tree.

I still have my artificial Christmas tree up.  I know it's January 15th,  judge away. Let's face it,  there is no joy in taking down the tree. Nobody is sipping hot chocolate while listening to the Bing Crosby holiday cd. Before the tree goes up everyone giddily clammers around to help put up the decorations-now my whole family is conveniently too busy, including me. I have to find places for all the new toys and games the kids got as gifts. They are now laying around the house in assorted and sometimes odd places. I found a nerf gun behind the toilet in the bathroom.  I found the beans from Don't Spill The Beans in a coffee cup in the pantry. I opened the coat closet and the Words With Friends board game fell on my head. We are literally overflowing with stuff. On top of that, we discovered a major leak in our master shower that has now caused a domino effect. As I type there are two men above me demolishing our whole master bathroom. Now I have to deal with constant pounding and a coat of dust sprinkled over everything I own for the next few weeks or in contractor time, months. On the upside when I had to empty out our bathroom, I found 97 beauty supplies that I didn't remember I had. Does hair moose go bad?

  So back to the tree. I did take off all the decorations. I didn't want people to drive by, see the lights and shake their heads in disgust of my inability to make time to do the most un-wonderful job of the season. Happy January.