Our division of labor in regards to post-Christmas clean-up is pretty simple. I take down everything and all Eric has to do is put away the (already bare) Christmas tree. In Mid-January he promised me that it would be down by January 31st. JANUARY 31st. WTF, our tree is staying up until JANUARY 31st? But, being the saint that I am, I decided to let it go.
This is our tree on February 1st:
This is our (sideways) tree on the morning of February 3rd:
Note that the tree is still in the exact same spot as when I warned him I planned to decorate the tree for every holiday.
This is Brooke on the afternoon of February 3rd:
She's sorting the Mardi Gras beads while I frantically string red lights on the tree. Why was I frantically stringing lights on the tree? So we could have it decorated before Eric got home from the grocery store. The clear lights are still on it from Christmas, but the red lights are more festive (and will make dis-assembly more difficult).
This is our tree the evening of February 3rd:
Sideways again because, apparently, my blog hates the tree idea as much as Eric does. Eric is being a trooper, mostly because he knows he brought this on himself. The most ludicrous part of this debacle? I was planning to take the ornaments off and have Eric put away the tree, as I think he's learned his lesson. Then his mother came over and I explained why the tree is decorated again. Not only was she not amused, she commented (with complete distaste for my masterpiece) that the tree still needs to come down. Which is the exact moment that I decided to keep it up for the rest of the year.
What's the most ridiculous thing you've ever done to prove a point?