We brought in the Christmas tree last night. Shawn got it set up, as well as Candy Cane Lane, which is what we call the candy cane-shaped lights lining a part of our walk way toward our front door. Today I got a wreath from Trader Joe's and put that on the front door. We got a few girl-specific things out of the boxes, which are now sitting in the sun room by the back door. The felt Christmas tree, the Little People nativity set, a musical book are out and being played with.
But there's a lot more to do.
Unfortunately I don't have the Christmas cheer or spirit or will to do it just yet.
I'll get there -- for the girls, for Shawn, for my family if they make it for Christmas, for myself -- eventually.
But I sure wish my sense of anticipation didn't feel like a sense of foreboding.
Maybe I'm just exhausted and out of sorts from a broken night of sleep (Livia has a cold so was up half the night and would only sleep while nursing), from a week's visit from my in-laws, from a wanna-be teenager six-year-old with more sass than I can handle, from a million other tiny little cuts that combine to make me feel like I'm bleeding out...
Hope your holiday unboxing goes better than mine.