The youngest watched proudly as I hung it on the door in the kitchen. You know, the door I open and close 500 times a day. Hour after hour, I carefully try not to step on a strip or a loop. I'm also cautious not to slip and fall when landing on all the past strips that have been cut ceremoniously. By the looks of it, I'm assuming that actually picking up the scraps and throwing them away must take a little magic out of the countdown to Christmas. Eh.
Like I said, it was a bad day. I looked at the mess on the floor under the door and watched as tomorrow's loop barely swayed across the kitchen floor..I exhaled. I walked over to the paper advent thingy hanging on the door, and.............. well..................... let's just say it now has one less paper loop on it. THere. I said it.
I was grouchy and wanted to cut
It was a red one. Hanging there and swaying back and forth, back and forth. I think it was trying to make me feel bad for yelling at the kids about their dirty bedrooms, or for not getting any Christmas shopping done today. I think it even might have called me lazy...
I showed it. It and its construction paper ring that is still lying flat on the floor.
Ugh. I didn't feel better and the green ring who was next in line was getting nervous....so I walked away..I hope that Christmas still comes this year, even though I now have inadvertently hastened it by one day cutting that loop and all...
How many days 'til the decorations come down, friends?
