It has been one of those mentally exhausting weeks where all I have wanted to do was go home and rest. I have managed to accomplish hardly anything this week. The house is a mess, I haven’t done any laundry, and I still haven’t bought any groceries for our new refrigerator; something that should have been done Monday. I’ve been very sloth-like this week. The idea of doing any of the above sounds like the worst possible thing in the world right now; especially the shopping. The idea of having to go to a Wal-Mart for groceries during Christmas season makes me cringe. I wish that easy button thing from the Staples commercials was real sometimes.
I got our Christmas tree Sunday and we finally finished decorating it last night. I don’t know the first thing about real Christmas trees because my family always had a fake one growing up. Dave refuses to have a fake tree and since he was busy all day Sunday, asked me to go get one. I picked the tallest, fattest tree they had because that’s really all I knew, but I guess I did well because Dave was happy with it and told me good job. There are pine needles everywhere. Our vacuum is going to hate this.
I was having a hard time getting a decent picture of it, but that’s my favorite ornament from the tree.
Other than the tree, the rest of the week has been pretty boring. I’m still keeping up with my yoga classes an my arms have been sore for 2 days from Wednesday’s class. The instructor really killed us this week! I’m going to a Christmas party tomorrow night where I have to dress in something other than my usual jeans and shirts and I have no idea what to wear. I might have to run to Forever 21 and pick something that looks Christmas-y.
Where did my motivation go?