You will note that there are no men, no children, and no mother-in-law wagging her finger at you in this picture. That is because this is a fantasy picture.
It is make believe.
Just like Santa and “let’s have a quiet sensible Christmas this year.”
Don’t do it. DO NOT take your eyes off the computer and glance over at your tree. You know it is either:
a) still in the box next to the broken ornaments your husband said he carefully packed away for you last year … OR b) standing there missing 3 branches and looking like someone vomitted tinsel and cheap ornaments all over it .
You looked anyway didn’t you?
You need to put all the pretty magazines away, turn off those Christmas shows and tell the Avon lady to shove it. People will tell you there will be lots of time for beautiful perfect trees when you are older and your husband has progressed in his schooling of how to obey the wifey and not try to be creative on his own without supervision. They will tell you once your children are older it will all be better. Well I am here to tell you the truth.
When you are older you will be too tired to spend hours making pretty crafts and putting up a tree. Your husband gets worse not better and your kids get older and they move away and you will cry about it.
I know … it may seem inconceivable right now while they are out on Christmas holidays, have decked the house with bowls of cheerios, have managed to shove cookie dough up the neighbour kids nose, and are re-enacting the little drummer boy with all your pots and pans …
*Editors note*… Yay Second Life !!! Merry Christmas!