Dragging the Christmas tree up from the basement this year nearly caused a trip to the ER for this mama. I'm sure I've already offended some who feel that only a real tree is appropriate for the holidays by admitting that my 7 1/2' tree comes out of a box. I have this thing for symmetry and besides, attaching a tree to the top of my vehicle, taking it down by myself when I get home and dragging it inside while Aidan offers helpful suggestions does not sound like my idea of an enjoyable afternoon. So I got the large box out of the holiday corner and pushed it over to the flight of 12 stairs. The box is unquestionably too large and too heavy for one female to hoist upstairs. Particularly a female who is 5'1" on a good day.
But I am stubborn.
I got it to the 11th step the first time around and then simultaneously dropped it and nearly fell down the stairs, thereby forcing my now sweaty and frustrated self to start the project from square one. So there I go, again, huffing and grunting and using more adrenaline than muscle to force it upstairs. Got it this time.
But I was so flushed and tired by the time I got to the top, that I was in no mood to decorate anymore. It is times like this I wish I had a man around. If I would have been able to say, "Hey, will you bring the tree up for me?" I would have been singing to Christmas music and wrapping twinkling lights around the branches while encouraging Aidan to pick out his favorite ornaments to hang on the tree.
The tree is still in its box in the middle of my living room and I get a little pissed off every time I walk by it.
I had another moment yesterday, where I wished for a male to help, this time in answering a question for my son.
"MOM! It won't go down!"
"What's that, honey?" I question, absentmindedly.
"My pee-pee. IT WON'T GO DOWN!"
"Uh. Um. Uh. I'm sure it will. It has to at some point."
Right? I mean, it will. I'm sure there's also a much better response for that kind of statement. But I don't know what it is.
Sometimes I really, really love my independence. And sometimes it is all a bit overwhelming.