Decorating for Christmas was fun, once upon a time. Now, I’m tired, lacking space, and have a serious case of not feeling like it. The kids took over, and while I drew the line at a real tree from the pasture with no space to put it, they dug out the little set of fake trees from the shed and had fun. I even managed to get all the gifts wrapped this week. That’s a new record for early for me. Many children, even with only a few gifts each, still makes for a lot of gifts to wrap.
The mantle, formerly serving to hold stockings, is now in the boys’ room, and we had to get creative. My diaper dresser/baby’s dresser in the living room volunteered. While Blaine seemed less than impressed, it works. And Christmas is in a week… I can live with clutter for a week.
It’s not going to win any prizes. But, this year, it’s good enough. I’m feeling like a regular Scrooge, unable to get too excited about anything. It’s pathetic and sad and thoroughly annoying me, but… soon. 5 weeks and counting.