That’s the only explanation I can come up with for the way my house looks right now. The pool table is covered with boxes of decorations, boxes of just-arrived gifts waiting to be wrapped, wrapping paper, and lights.
The dining room table is covered in gifts waiting to be wrapped to go out and the contents of care packages waiting to be boxed and shipped. Mailing deadlines? We don’t need no stinking mailing deadlines!
The tree is in its stand, leaning slightly to the left, in the Florida room (what the rest of you might call the sun porch), still unlit, still unadorned. The menorahs and dreidel lights, too. See the first paragraph re: boxes of decorations.
And through it all, MJ has a new morning pattern. Used to be, I’d get up at 5:30 or 6:00, and he’d stay in bed, snoring away, until about 7:30. A couple of weeks ago, I made him get up at 6:00 twice – only twice! – to go with me to the mechanic (once to drop off the car, the other to pick it up again), and now he’s up at freaking 6:00 a.m. every morning! I set a new pattern for him, he says. Damn! How the hell am I supposed to smuggle in his presents and wrap them, now?!? I’m going to have to drive to work again today (instead of taking the MetroRail) and wrap them in the parking garage in the trunk of the car. And he’s taunting me by having my gifts wrapped and sitting off to the side, waiting for the tree. Pig. And I mean that in the most loving way.
Oh, and P.S. – We’re finally going to have that South Indian dinner to give our friends their wedding present (note the date on that post!)- a year and a half after the fact – this Sunday evening, so all surfaces will have to be cleared by then. Hah! I am so glad it will be dark by the time everyone gets here. I really wish I could get away with candlelight…
LOL..the smuggling in of presents. I love that. I too have stuff every where to wrap..cards that are sitting.. Yikes.