Stuck

I’m stuck right now.  For the past two weeks, I have sat in our living room trying for the life of me to figure out where to put our Christmas tree.  Every night I try to figure it out.  And I can’t.  I look and I look and I try to rearrange things in my head.  And I can’t figure it out.  I feel like our new furniture is just SO much bigger.  Enough that I can’t find a place for a Christmas tree.  And it makes me sad.  And I don’t really even want to get it out of the closet.  We used my office for storage during all of the construction and I still have leftover boxes of wood and things that are in my way so I can’t even easily get to the Christmas decorations.  I tripped over a box of hardwood trying to find my wrapping paper.

I’m thinking about putting the tree up in the kitchen.  The kitchen has a lot of open space this year.  And then maybe I can find a smaller, thinner tree for the living room.  I just don’t know.

I’m married to a self-admitted Scrooge, and he is no help at all in this.  I need a girl with a good eye to come into my house and tell me what to do.  I have never been so stuck on a decorating problem.  And it’s making me crazy.  And more than a little sad.  It’s 15 days before Christmas, and our house has less than a dozen decorations.  And I can’t even make any Christmas cookies or most treats because I think I am wheat intolerant and I’m trying an elimination diet to see.

And I am tired.  I’m not busy and overwhelmed.  I’m just flat out tired.  Like fall asleep on the couch for an hour while Andy and Bobby played the Wii tired.  And Andy and Bobby are not quiet Wii players.  But I slept right through it. 

Because I’m tired and stuck.  And in serious need of an attitude adjustment.