Oh Christmas tree!

"Christina, lets put up the christmas tree!"
"Not now, later."
five minutes later.
"Let's up the the christmas tree now."
"After this."
another five mintues.
"Are you done yet?"
"No, don't bother me. I'll set up the christmas tree later"
A few hours pass...

"Okay, I'm ready to set up the christmas tree Andrew!!"
"Later Christina...I'm busy."

Me and my brother Andrew were able to lug the fake ugly plastic christmas tree from our garage to the living room. My first thought as I took a look at the tree was, "Is it me? or is the tree smaller? Or just have I grown taller?" The possiblity of me growing taller was very thin...so I decided that I must have set up the tree wrong. Turns out, it WAS set up correctly. Heh.

Setting up the tree has always been such a bother. Not when I was younger of course, but now it's just another chore to be done and a mess to be cleaned.
I don't know, it's just me... There's nothing exciting in the air, it doesn't "feel" like Christmas.
I'm not as excited as I used to be, it doesn't feel special. Everything seems old and worn out.
The lights don't shine as brightly as they used to.
The prospect of shopping for christmas presents is far out of reach. I'm broke, and asking my parents for money is out of the question.
Receiving gifts is nice, but I'm not looking foward to getting anything fancy. I have everything and more than I could ever ask for. And I'm very thankful for that.
And of course, setting up the Christmas tree was very stressful. Funny how everything gets tangled up together.
Setting up the christmas tree took a couple of hours, and now I find out I have to clean the entire house...we are having company over for the night.
Thats RIGHT!
Wear Christina out till she completely losses it.

It's a funny sight really... me in my pj's running around the house cleaning and yelling at my brothers to quit fighting.

*Sighs* I just want to sit down and cry. But thats not going to be much help. So...I guess I'll clean the house. I'm secretly glad when people say I look like I'm only fourteen. I wonder what they would think if they saw how I can be a forty year old housewife at home.
UGH.