Last year I talked about the Christmas decorating frenzy taking over about half way through emptying my Christmas bins.... let's just say the "Christmas Cullens" have moved in and I'm still waiting for the fever to set in. I may even cut my hair and get a tattoo. I have been getting mad at everyone easily lately... hmmm......
Here is what my living room looks like right now:
That was taken not 5 minutes ago.
Normally this would bother me. Normally, the sight of the stacked bins, bare tree, ladder and semi-empty bags would disturb me every time I walked down the stairs. But this year? Nothing. I look at it and go "Eh, I'll do it later. No biggie."
Is this the first signs of clinical depression? Or is it because I'm in the middle of The Time Traveler's Wife and all I wanna do all day is read? Am I mellowing out with age? Do I need to drink more diet beverages?
I'm at a loss.
Hopefully I'll pull out of it but if not we may be coming to one of your houses for Christmas. That seems like a lot less work on my part.