I will confess to having put up my tree already. Normally I wait until the day after Thanksgiving to do it all, and the Spawn was most adamant about waiting until tomorrow to do so. She was not pleased to come home from school and finding our tree up. All put together and fluffed up. All set to decorate.
MOM, although with her intonation it had like 18 syllables. Ever since I was little, we have always put up the tree the day after Thanksgiving.
She is not the one having to put up the tree.
The Spawn was always fine with letting me do all of this, I put up the tree. The lights. Decorated the top half of the tree until she was tall enough to reach it. But now that has all changed.
While the Spawn is still content with waiting for me to do all the tree work, now we have a helper in the house. Munchkin loves, loves, loves to help. And although very sweet, it makes some tasks take longer. And honestly, there are some tasks she just cannot help with.
Putting up the tree is time-consuming as it is. We have an artificial tree. I have to put the base together, the stand. Add the top, and then all of the limbs. Then the top and each limb has to be fluffed up as it has been in storage for a year. I have learned to wear long sleeves as this is always a task that makes me all red and scratched up, as I am elbows deep in what feels like bottle brushes. Throw in a five year old with all of this and it is a recipe for frustration, tears. And then there is the kiddo.
One thing I would like to avoid this holiday season is emotional trauma. I want happy holidays.
So I broke my rule and put up the tree the day before Thanksgiving, I think the Spawn shall survive. This is this trees last season anyway, as this is the tree we have had since the Spawn was little.
Little do they know, I am plotting to buy an obnoxiously artificial tree for next year. Very likely pink.
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