Ok, so, normally I love keeping up Christmas decorations, sometimes past their welcome.
But, this year, I was ready to regain ownership and normalcy within the home sooner rather than later.
So, the weekend following Christmas, we discussed and agreed Tuesday is clean-up day.
Guess what happened.
Tuesday arrived.
So, as soon as Torpedo went down for a nap, I went downstairs and retrieved the Christmas decor containers.
Once everything was upstairs I began.
Ornaments, lights, tree branches, set about decor, stockings, signage and more.
As I was wrapping them up, Brent came down the hallway, shook his head and announced, “well, I see mommy waited for me to get the containers!”
*awkward smile and shifty eyes* “Sorry, the baby went down, so I was trying to use my time wisely.”
As he left for a quick trip to the store, because well, we had one diaper left – you know, those fourth kids get the shaft – I finished wrapping, boxing, and stacking the remaining Christmas decorations.
Anyway, upon his return he threw up his hands and said, “Well, I guess Christmas is over.”
I busted out laughing.
This banter continued for the rest of the day.
Relentless wit about my destruction of Christmas.
As he began to take the containers downstairs, he grabbed Terrence, our Christmas reindeer, and said, “C’mon, Terrence, you’re apparently not welcome up here anymore.”
And, there’s more.
As Brent walked outside to deflate and re-box the inflatables, he threw his scarf around his neck and said, “I’m going outside to lay waste to the Christmas spirit.”
*side eye*
Another instance, as Brent carried a ladder outside to dismantle the Christmas lights, the girls made a general inquiry.
He animatedly responds, “Mommy said Christmas is over.”
*scoff*
Later that afternoon, Banshee’s Christmas pajamas arrived – yep, just then arrived, 4 days late.
I excitedly say, “hey Banshee, you want to try these on?”
Brent retorts, “she has to wait until next year. Remember, Christmas is over!”
*eye roll*
Whatever.
As we continued to purge the living room of unnecessary items, Brent picked up my gifted container of assorted popcorn, studied it intensely then said, “nope, it’s Christmas popcorn. I’ll just store this until next year.”
Then proceeded to walk away briskly with my Christmas popcorn.
Listen, it was all day.
ALL DAY.
But, it’s cool.
It made me laugh constantly.
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