It took me hours of procrastination last night, but the fake
tree is finally standing and its lights are on. Today I am hoping to trick two of my children
(I would like to trick all three, but one of them managed to escape) into
putting the ornaments onto it. I had
great intentions of finishing it all in one day, but that didn't happen, and a
simple tree-raising has turned into a major ordeal.
I was sidetracked by a sale, driving to Manchester, and
fretting about son's highway flat tire (coupled with a dead cell phone so I
couldn't reach him, though he did manage a distress signal to AAA). I was (and am) still exhausted from ten+
hours of parent conferences that took place over four straight evenings and
afternoons. I was (and am) fuming still
about that fact that the university where I am getting my second Master's
degree seems to have no options in my major next semester, leaving me at a dead
standstill with two manuscripts partially-finished.
I can be pissed about weather, recent headline news, and
even sports scores, but I cannot be pissed about the upcoming holidays. After all, the tree is up and has lights. That's more than half the battle right there.
