Decoration Hoarding

Remember when I talked about getting decorations put up and how the MIL usually does it all on her own?

Well, she did all that Tuesday night.  Had FIL get the decorations out of storage.

They put up the tree.

They put lights on the tree.

They decorated the tree.

All with Randall and I sitting in our room, door open, watching TV.

Not once were we asked if we would like to help.

MIL comes to get us, "Come look at the tree."

So we go look at the tree.  It's pretty, it always is.  But it is done her way.

I get sad and angry.

Why does she not get that there are other people living in this house who might have wanted to help decorate?

This does nothing for me aside from make me homesick and make me want my Mom.

It is always tradition at Mom's house that everyone helps to decorate the tree.

Randall knew it upset me.  He could tell that I was angry.

But amazingly, he left me alone.

I was really glad that he didn't harass me.  Picking at trying to find out what was wrong.

I sat on the bed and cried a couple of silent tears.

A few minutes later I was OK and ready for bed.

I just needed those few minutes to pull myself together.

MIL informed us a little later that we (Randall & I) get to put the lights up outside.

It does make me happy that I will have a hand in putting up the outside lights.  Probably still no say in how they go but I will be able to say I helped.

The shitty thing?

It's supposed to be cold and rain for the next week.

That means outside decorating in the elements.

Yay!

Which also means one of us will end up with a cold.

Ya just gotta love this Pacific Northwest weather!

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