We’re setting up the tree, I have the carols blasting, the kids are tossing the paper chains all catty-whompus around the living room, when DH, who did NOT grow up in a Holiday Appreciation Household, made a quip that sent me into tears.
I have no idea why- I know he doesn’t get into the holidays like I do, and it doesn’t usually bother me- but for some reason, I just started bawling. Killed the mood, and now the tree is standing forlorn and unadorned; the wind just plunked out of my sails.
I’m standing at the kitchen sink, sniffing and wiping my eyes with a paper-towel. Jeffrey, oblivious to my feelings, like any six year old boy, begins to whine, questioning when we will commence decorating the tree.
I can hear DH futzing around in the living room, more for my benefit than anything, he says: “When I go outside and hang myself.”
Jeffrey, ever the eager boy, says: “Can I HELP!?”
I burst out laughing. Mood restored, tree decorating can resume. Anyone else married to a Grinch?