When we bought our house last year, we knew we couldn’t use our older (huge) artificial tree because our ceilings weren’t tall enough. Donnie took that opportunity to INSIST we get a real tree. He liked them so much better…blah blah blah.
We went to get one for the upstairs, putting my smaller (sentimental) artificial tree downstairs. That’s when I learned the first lesson of real trees: THEY ARE RIDICULOUSLY EXPENSIVE. We paid almost $100 for ours last year! And yes, I know it’s cheaper to go chop one down somewhere but the timing issues never work for us. But…BUT…a week before Christmas I saw the place was selling trees for $25 a pop! WHAT? That’s WAY better!
So this year, we waited. We wanted the tree to stay up into the New Year since that is when we’re having company, so we used that as an excuse. Unfortunately, once they put the ($35) sign up, they cut the hours drastically and they weren’t open at night. I went by Tuesday on my lunch break and they were open so I bought the tree by myself. I got it home and with E’s help we got it set up. It fell on me: TWICE. This is the SECOND reason I hate real trees: THEY ARE STICKY AND HEAVY AND CRUSHING.
Donnie came home, investigated the tree in the base, and we decided to leave it up for 24 hours to make sure it would stay up before decorated it. Last night? We decorated it. And for a few hours I thought, Okay. I like real trees. They do look so much prettier.
And then I was reminded the FINAL reason I hate real trees this morning. MY CATS LIKE TO KNOCK THEM DOWN. I had to get it back up again all by myself (HEAVY. STICKY. NEEDLEY.) because I thought Donnie would hate me if I woke him up at 4am just to help with the tree. Water had spilled on some presents and ornaments were broken. Including the one Nikki made this year. *sigh*
And all of this for my husband. Who didn’t have to lug it home because they were closed when he went. He didn’t have to decorate it because we did it while he went running. (He did not object and the kids were desperate to decorate it.) And he didn’t have to beat the cats with flogs when they tore it down and broke some of my favorite ornaments.
THE THINGS WE DO FOR THE PEOPLE WE LOVE. Let’s just say that Santa better bring me Just Dance 3 for Christmas because I have been A VERY GOOD WIFE.