Christmas.
Whatever. I know there those who can't utter the word until after Thanksgiving, but I am not one of those people. I was prior to blogging, but I'm over it. Who cares if I decide to pull out a coupla ornaments pre-turkey? Who cares if I am itching to go to Ikea and gnome it up? Who cares if I'm already rethinking furniture placement for the tree? As I long as I don't actually go out and buy one till after Thanksgiving I am not certifiable. At least not for holiday reasons. Luckily if I were to be that crazy Aaron would put the holiday smackdown on me and refuse to buy a tree till at least the second week in December. Honestly, with the whole tonsilectomy thing hanging over my head we may not actually be able to get a tree this year.
You see holiday decorating is not my husband's thing. At all. He gets very little enjoyment out of decorating the tree, save the fact that it makes me and the kids happy. He gets zero and I mean ZERO enjoyment or satisfaction from putting lights on the house. He sort of likes cutting down a tree, but should we decide not to, he will be thrilled. So whatever holiday decorating is to be done, it is to be done by me and my "helpers". So since there is no telling at what point during the holidays I kiss my tonsils goodbye, decorating may be minimal 'round here.
I think I am ok with this, though. I say "I think" because at this moment I really am ok with the thought of simple decorating, but check in with me when we are in the throes of the season. Chances are the certifiable me will be back.