Christmas Wonderland Troubles
Some parts of being a grown-up have come naturally to me. Asking for practical presents for Christmas and birthdays, for example. (My sister got me a pizza cutter for my birthday and I was super excited. True story.) My father-in-law asked me the other day what I wanted for Christmas and all I could think of was stuff I needed for the baby. I asked for an extra room on the house, hah hah, because that is really what I need the most. I think the most "fun" thing I put on my list this year was gel pens, because I go through them like a fiend. And even that is technically for work, since I hand write every first draft.
Other aspects of grownuphood, though, I have had to force myself to adopt. I don't particularly like going to the doctor/dentist/eye doctor, but grownups need to do that, so I've forced us to start having regular appointments. And it's paid off. I just don't like doing it.
I have also had to make myself decorate the house.
I admire people who decorate their houses for the seasons and holidays. My mother-in-law is amazing at it, for one. I think it's really neat to walk into a house and just feel the season in all the decorations and even the smells. I would love to be like that, and for my house to be that kind of house. My problem, of course, is that I am A) lazy and B) not very good at decorating. But I keep trying, in the hopes that one day I will pull out a wreath and know exactly what to do with it.
This year decorating for Christmas has proven slightly more difficult than usual. On Tuesday I had Lucas bring most of the decoration boxes down from the attic for me. (We've lived here over a year and I have yet to go up into the attic. It is terrifying to me.) Today I set about trying to bring some Christmas cheer to the house. I managed to get a wreath on the front door and one wall hanging up...and that's about it.
Wait, I just went and put a peppermint-smelling candle in the kitchen next to our fake poinsettia. Go me!
Part of the problem is that we just don't have the space we used to. Last year we took down the keyboard and put the Christmas tree and the little Christmas village in its place. This year Lucas needs to keep the keyboard up, since he's playing in church on Sundays, so instead we have to take down the dining room table and put the tree up there. That, of course, means that everything that would normally go on the dining room table has nowhere to go. Back in the box with it. There's a very very old Nativity scene that I would put up every year at home as a kid, and when I moved to Columbus my parents gave it to me to keep. I love that thing, despite the fact that the manger is barely holding together and the stable is breaking and the pieces are all ridiculously weird sized so that there's this tiny little wise man and this HUMONGOUS shepherd. I have zero idea of where to put it this year. Last year I think I had it on a TV tray in the living room, but this year that space is taken up by the actual TV, which we had to move out of what will be the nursery. So I'm kind of at a loss for that. At least we'll still be able to put our Christmas cards around the doorway between the kitchen and living room. I really liked the look of that last year.
I do have a big bag of these red velvet bows that I have no idea where they came from. Maybe I could just kind of tie them around things? *sighs*
So yeah, Martha Steward I am not -- but it's the thought that counts, right?
Other aspects of grownuphood, though, I have had to force myself to adopt. I don't particularly like going to the doctor/dentist/eye doctor, but grownups need to do that, so I've forced us to start having regular appointments. And it's paid off. I just don't like doing it.
I have also had to make myself decorate the house.
I admire people who decorate their houses for the seasons and holidays. My mother-in-law is amazing at it, for one. I think it's really neat to walk into a house and just feel the season in all the decorations and even the smells. I would love to be like that, and for my house to be that kind of house. My problem, of course, is that I am A) lazy and B) not very good at decorating. But I keep trying, in the hopes that one day I will pull out a wreath and know exactly what to do with it.
This year decorating for Christmas has proven slightly more difficult than usual. On Tuesday I had Lucas bring most of the decoration boxes down from the attic for me. (We've lived here over a year and I have yet to go up into the attic. It is terrifying to me.) Today I set about trying to bring some Christmas cheer to the house. I managed to get a wreath on the front door and one wall hanging up...and that's about it.
Wait, I just went and put a peppermint-smelling candle in the kitchen next to our fake poinsettia. Go me!
Part of the problem is that we just don't have the space we used to. Last year we took down the keyboard and put the Christmas tree and the little Christmas village in its place. This year Lucas needs to keep the keyboard up, since he's playing in church on Sundays, so instead we have to take down the dining room table and put the tree up there. That, of course, means that everything that would normally go on the dining room table has nowhere to go. Back in the box with it. There's a very very old Nativity scene that I would put up every year at home as a kid, and when I moved to Columbus my parents gave it to me to keep. I love that thing, despite the fact that the manger is barely holding together and the stable is breaking and the pieces are all ridiculously weird sized so that there's this tiny little wise man and this HUMONGOUS shepherd. I have zero idea of where to put it this year. Last year I think I had it on a TV tray in the living room, but this year that space is taken up by the actual TV, which we had to move out of what will be the nursery. So I'm kind of at a loss for that. At least we'll still be able to put our Christmas cards around the doorway between the kitchen and living room. I really liked the look of that last year.
I do have a big bag of these red velvet bows that I have no idea where they came from. Maybe I could just kind of tie them around things? *sighs*
So yeah, Martha Steward I am not -- but it's the thought that counts, right?