It's The Most Anxious Time Of The Year

Why do the "happy" times in our lives cause stress?
I'm okay with the stressful times causing stress, but I am against the happy times causing stress. It's just wrong.
Confused yet?

I can think of more than a few occasions which are inherently good that make people act all crazy.
Like.... remodeling a house or a room. You are getting a brand new space! But, not before somebody nails their shirt to the floor and gets an ulcer about paint color.
Or.... a wedding. A beautiful happy event! But, somebody will be in knots about the drippy candles or the bride's best friend's haircut.
Or... vacation. Finally a chance to relax! But, somebody will lose their mind over what didn't get packed or whether or not the coffee pot was left on.

I am not, by the way, speaking from experience.
Yeah, right.

Dan/Daddy and I hung the Christmas lights outside the other day, and I threatened to pull the ladder out from under him.

Almost every Christmas, I am solely responsible for the decorating. Inside and out. I get help from my people when it comes to the tree if I provide hot chocolate and music. They will say it's because I'm a perfectionist.
They are partially right.

This past Sunday afternoon, Dan/Daddy tried to get off Santa's "not helpful" list and offered his assistance with the outside lights.
If you recall my Halloween lighting fiasco, you can figure out where this is headed.
When we moved this summer, we threw away our old ladder... it was falling apart. We haven't replaced it yet, so the short kitchen step-stool had to work.
It didn't.

Dan/Daddy is a very tall guy, but the place where I wanted the lights and garland to hang is a very very tall place.
He was standing on the step-stool, stretching as far as he could, hammering little hooks into the door frame, and asking me to hand him the cord.
I obviously did not hand him the cord in the manner he thought best.
He took that moment to let me know how unhappy he was that we hadn't taken the time to get our sad cheap pathetic selves to Lowe's to buy a new ladder.

That's when I considered yanking that short little ladder out from under him.
Kidding, people. Kidding.
I love my husband and would never consider bodily harming him.
I did, however, tell him exactly where he could put the light strand. And it wasn't anywhere near the door frame.



It's the hap-happiest season of all.