Today was my off day, my break from doing something, anything.
Actually it was imposed upon me. I didn’t choose to catch a cold just before December. But alas Rudolph nose, flemmy throat and snots galore are here to give me festive cheer.
Let’s not forget the bouts of weakness interspersed with aches and pains. Nooo.
I would have much rather been entertaining family and friends… but shit happens.
I was, and still am, out for the count.
But I got inspired, for a moment. Hubble was going crazy moving pots and plants outside, and then moving furniture inside the house…
So I asked him to take some big bags out for me from under the stairs…
And we put up the Christmas tree! 🎄🎅🤶🎁
Yes, on the 23rd of November, thank you very much.
Baby girl then told me that her school bestie already had put up her tree, and I was like “shame on us for taking so long!”
Before anyone has a heart attack… it’s JUST the tree. The bare basics. I have all our Christmas bags and decorations in corners of the room to tend to throughout the week.
Because this is, a process. A journey. I like to take my time, put the baubles up with care, hang decorations from the ceiling, and light up the walls wherever I go… to Buble, Mariah and Sia contemporarily caroling in the background. 🎶
It is an experience to be enjoyed.
I don’t do it early, just because I want to. I do it because I’m usually really busy in the first week of December. And having done the same last year and put up the tree in late November, I felt so in front, and so organised with Christmas… that now it’s a thing.
Once the tree was up however, I was on the couch passed out again. Just as well I do this slowly…