Post nap, we got some Christmas tunes going and started to track down all our ornaments (we moved in August and some things aren't where I mentally placed them). So, a bit of a rocky start. Add in an excited and grabby 3 year old and I started repeating "this IS fun, these are GREAT memories" over and over in my head.
So, alas, the tree was up and decorated. Mark retreated to his favorite place- the basement bathroom (sorry---gotta keep it real to completely document the experience) and I made one more quick adjustment to the tree from below because it seemed to lean. Before I knew it, the entire tree fell on me and forced me in to an odd position underneath it completely straining my knee. I had run a 5k two days before and my knee was tender. I start yelling [turned screaming] for Mark. Declan ran away (to knock on the bathroom door I was hoping). Mark finally burst in to the room. He was sure I had cut my arm off so he was sort of relieve I was "just" trapped under the tree. This naturally led to a [thankfully short] argument and I realized Decs wasn't there.
Here's the heart breaker--he was at the bottom of the basement steps bawling!! My screaming scared the bajeebers out of him. I picked him up and cuddled him close and he kept repeating "lets take the tree back, I don't like the tree, the tree hurt mommy." Instead we went and bought a new tree stand, said our apologies and made a fun night out of it. Hopefully we didn't permanently scar the poor kid.
In the past couple weeks it's been a battle of keeping the dogs from drinking the tree's water and, ultimately, I can't wait to snag up a fakey at a post Christmas sale!!
