The kids put the Christmas tree up last night.
Without my supervision.
I am yet to look at it.
I’m weeping on the inside for what I know will definitely not be strategic and symmetrical placement of ornaments and tinsel.
I just can’t.
Thank the vodka gods we’re going away for the big day, so I won’t have to be visually assaulted on the most festive day of the whole festive season.
I’m going to whack this bad boy up in the hotel room….
Not even kidding.