On Saturday, we had a day of mixed emotions: joy and irritation.  The joy: taking the boys out to a local tree farm for the annual selection and cutting of the tree.  The irritation: finding that several light strands had gone kaput.  We test the ones that remained, and they all worked fine, so mr. jolt went out for replacements.  Meanwhile, the boys beg to decorate the tree while I plead for patience because the lights must go on first.  I distract them by putting out the non-tree decorations.

mr. jolt returns, we resume putting lights on the tree when the remaining older tree lights also go kaput.  So we all head out together for groceries and yet more Christmas lights.  We have now replaced every strand of lights we had.

Much later, BB and LB disdain to hang the cute non-breakable ornaments of animals & trains and insist on carrying two or three highly breakable ones at a time & attempting to juggle them while hanging each on the tree.  I count to ten multiple times & rescue certain precious one-of-a-kind ones and we get them all on the tree with no major breakages.

The tree is beautiful and I sit on the couch to enjoy it and recover from the tension between letting my boys enjoy hanging pretty ornaments and worry that they will smash something precious.  mr. jolt calls from upstairs, “honey, don’t be mad.”

I look up, too tired to even wonder what the problem could be.

“BB just dropped your watch in the toilet.” Pause. “While I was peeing.”