Yesterday I started decorating our house for Christmas.
I usually decorate the weekend following Thanksgiving, but since we didn’t get back into town until Monday, I wasn’t able to climb out of my mountain of laundry until yesterday.
So…I felt like I was lagging behind.
Thus my need to get started right away.
And guess what I learned?
That this was one of the worst ideas I’ve ever had.
It’s like I momentarily forgot that I was a stay-at-home-MOM.
As in, there’s a kid around here.
A little one.
Who likes to explore.
Who likes to play.
Who likes to explore and play WITH me.
So when I got the ladder out and climbed up into the attic to get the decorations, guess who also climbed the ladder?
That little one.
When I began pulling stuff down, guess who immediately went to the box with the glass lights and began pulling them out?
Guess when I realized that almost every single Christmas decoration I own is breakable?
And then do you think I learned that even decorations that aren’t supposed to be breakable are when my little one “plays” with them?
I’m telling you, it was one long afternoon filled with *crash* “Uh-oh!” “Broken” “Oops” *crash* *crash* *crash* “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!”
(That last one was me.)
I actually said out loud, “Are you kidding me with this, Jesus? This is for YOU!”
(Well, were you?)
At one point, when I was trying to hot glue back together one of my favorite decorations, and Tom came over to probably touch the hot glue, I said to him to “Please, please, please go away and let me fix this and then decorate!”
What did Tom get from that?
That’s right. I taught my child that decorating for Christmas is all about telling others to, “Go away!”
Makes you feel all warm and fuzzy doesn’t it?