Conversations with my Wife. Christmas Decorating

If the onslaught of buy one get one half off sales, the bombardment of mail from retail chains, and trampled store employees has yet to clue you in…Tis the Season!

Christmas is rapidly closing in on us. Nothing gets you more merry, jolly, ready to side step anyone not in a full on sprint in store aisles, and throat punch senior citizens for the latest and greatest whatever like putting up the decorations.

Every year, the Sunday after Thanksgiving (when I usually come out of the tryptophan coma I’ve been in for the past 48 hours wears off), my family and I unload the Christmas decorations, put on some holiday music, and turn our house in to Santa’s backyard.

Sometimes I have been known to smite the makers of outside Christmas lights in a flurry of swear words and unmitigated anger. Sometimes everything lights, no one cries, and no one has to say any Hail Mary’s for taking the Lord’s name in vain…repeatedly. Regardless of how it goes, communication is the key to making sure everyone survives this day and all 37 Santas find their proper resting place for the next month.

Conversations with my Wife. What to do on Saturday

My kids encompass my entire life.  They move me every day to do great things.  They can bring me to tears and laughter with only a look.  I don’t know what I would be without my kids?  I wouldn’t trade being a father for anything in this world.  I would however trade my kids for a few hours so they can have a sleep over with their grandparents and their mom and I can have some time alone.

And so that is what my wife and I did.  Three weeks ago, my mother-in-law offered to have the girls overnight, an offer we gladly (and possibly too enthusiastically) took. This past weekend, the kids had their sleepover with their grandparents and my wife and I had the night just to us.  To do whatever it was we wanted.

There was just one issue, even with three week to plan out our Saturday night, as late as the very Saturday night our kids were gone, my wife and I were still trying to figure out what it was we wanted to do.  Being no strangers to conversations of all kinds, my wife and I struck up our latest when I got home from work that Saturday night to try an figure it out.