It was like the song of the whos in
How The Grinch Stole Christmas, "it started in low, then it started to grow." A visit from my father-in-law interrupted our usual Sunday routine of going out for breakfast (and chai) before starting the day. Instead, we all ate some kind of snack at home while my husband did his best to facilitate my actually putting away the pile of Christmas decorations that were heaped upon the table-like top of our piano. For some reason, instead of being pleased with his help and getting those finally put away, I was more annoyed at his father for coming down and making me deal with the fact that it was nearly March and I hadn't gotten them put away yet. Don't even ask about the tree. It's still in the basement. Every week I say, maybe this week we'll get that down, and then we (I) don't. We decided Pop-pop was just not going to be allowed down in there.
