It's March 5th. Do You Know Where Your Christmas Tree Is?

Because we're keeping close tabs on ours.



There is a logical explanation for this, but it involves a bunch of excuses, some environmental guilt, and a dash of laziness.   

Ahhhhhhhh... Clean

Our cleaning lady came today (yes, we have one!*), and it was awesome.

Christmas decorations and I have an annual fling together that burns brightly but flames out fast. After about three weeks, I was ready to chuck the tree out the front window.

So Joe did.



I mean, there's a reason giant conifers aren't a popular design choice year round, am I right?



*She comes once every two weeks, and for twenty glorious minutes the entire house is clean.  Every trash can is emptied, and every surface sparkles.  I wish I were exaggerating about the twenty minutes part, but alas I am not.  Even though "clean and tidy" doesn't last around here, it's worth every penny.  I know it's a luxury not all can afford, and some who can would rather splurge elsewhere in their lives, but to me?  Well, let's just say I will find a lot of other things to cut before dear Bernadetta.  The poor woman even kindly puts up with a four year old and a two year old playing the hilarious (to them) game of repeatedly running in and out of the room where she's working yelling, "GIANTS!" at her while flailing their arms around.  I try to stop them, but it's hard when you're trapped under a nursing baby.